The Necromancer - Rush

'As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky

The three travelers, men of Willowdale

Emerge from the forest shadow

Fording the River Don, 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

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 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

'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