[I. Into the Darkness]    'As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky,  the three travelers, men of Willowdale,   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  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...'    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    [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 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