{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 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