| {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 |