I. Into The Darkness

"As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky,

the three travelers, men of Willowdale,

emerge from the forest shadow.

Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying

into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer.

Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt,

weakening the body and saddening the heart.

Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres;

stripped of will and soul,

only their thirst for freedom

gives them hunger for vengeance..."



Silence shrouds the forest

As the birds announce the dawn

Three travellers ford the river

And southward journey on

The road is lined with peril

The air is charged with fear

The shadow of his nearness

Weighs like iron tears



II. Under The Shadow

"Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies.

The Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.

He views all his lands and is already aware

of the three helpless invaders trapped in his lair..."



Brooding in the tower

Watching o'er his land

Holding ev'ry creature

Helplessly they stand

Gaze into his prisms

Knowing they are near

Lead them to the dungeons

Spectres numb with fear

They bow defeated



III. Return Of The Prince

"Enter the Champion.

Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom

from chains of long years.

The spell has been broken; the Dark Lands are bright.

The Wraith of the Necromancer soars away in the night."



Stealthily attacking

By-Tor slays his foe

The men are free to run now

From labyrinths below

The Wraith of Necromancer

Shadows through the sky

Another land to darken

With evil prism eye