Necromancer - Akoza

Born out of hell from the depths of Gomorrah Purging new graves and defiling the souls He satiates with such vile and dark horror Omens of dread on this night of the ghouls Raising the dead up from the ground Needs must be fed, sorcerers abound Necromancer Death's his guiding light Necromancer Stealing afterlife Feeding on flesh from the soil that was hallowed Splintered the bones and regained in his feast Danced on the grave of the pure and the righteous As the moonlight's expelled from the eyes of the beast Raising the dead, blasphemy reigns Portents of dread thrives on remains Necromancer Feeding from the host Necromancer Black unholy ghost Necromancer Death's his guiding light Necromancer Stealing afterlife Raising the dead, cadaver consumed Sacraments said, bodies exhumed Necromancer Feeding from the host Necromancer Black unholy ghost Necromancer Death's his guiding light Necromancer Stealing afterlife Stealing afterlife Death's his guiding light

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 travellers 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 lands 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, oh