Sacred Haven of Debauchery

In a dark, dark dungeon
Lived a terrible necromancer
He brewed potions from corpses
He had a talent for it

He cursed everything in the world
And especially people
He masturbated in front of children
He hated children

He summoned various spirits
Reviving the dead
He was not afraid of divine retribution
And other holy fathers

He desired immortality
And the power of a lich
So that demons would serve him
That was his dream

He didn't like paladins
And he didn't like monks
He had his reasons for that
He set their church on fire

The paladins got angry
And they are looking for the necromancer everywhere
But he sits there, content
Smiling slightly