I Into Darkness

As grey 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 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 trav'llers ford the river
and southward journey on
The road is lined with peril,
and 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

Broading 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 brokenthe Dark Lands are bright, the Wraith of the
Necromancer soars awayin the night

Stealthily attacking,
By-Tor slays his foe
The men are free to run now
from labyrinths below
Wraith of the Necromancer
shadows through the sky;
another land to darken
with evil prism eye