{As gray traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky The three travelers, men of Willow dale 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 specters 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 travelers 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{ 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 over his land Holding every creature helplessly they stand Gaze into his prisms knowing they are near Lead them to the dungeons, specters numb with fear They bow defeated{ Enter the ChampionPrince 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
{As gray traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky The three travelers, men of Willow dale 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 specters 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 travelers 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{ 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 over his land Holding every creature helplessly they stand Gaze into his prisms knowing they are near Lead them to the dungeons, specters numb with fear They bow defeated{ Enter the ChampionPrince 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
