[I. Into the Darkness]
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'As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky,
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the three travelers, men of Willowdale,
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emerge from the forest shadow.
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Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying
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into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer
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Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt,
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weakening the body and saddening the heart
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Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres...
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stripped of will and soul, only
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their thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance...'
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Silence shrouds the forest
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As the birds announce the dawn
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Three trav'llers ford the river
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And southward journey on
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The road is lined with peril
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The air is charged with fear
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The shadow of his nearness
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Weighs like iron tears
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[II. Under the Shadow]
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'Shreds of black cloud loom in overcast skies.
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The Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes.
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He views all his lands and is already aware of the three helpless invaders
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trapped in his lair...'
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Brooding in the tower
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Watching o'er his land
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Holding ev'ry creature
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Helplessly they stand
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Gaze into his prisms
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Knowing they are near
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Lead them to the dungeons
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Spectres numb with fear
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They bow defeated
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[III. Return Of the Prince]
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'Enter the Champion
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Prince By-Tor appears to battle for freedom from chains of long years
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The spell has been broken...the Dark Lands are bright.
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The Wraith of the Necromancer soars
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away in the night.'
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Stealthily attacking
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By-Tor slays his foe
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The men are free to run now
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From labyrinths below
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The Wraith of Necromancer
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Shadows through the sky
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Another land to darken
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With evil prism eye
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The Necromancer
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