Citadel of the Necromancer

Ride forth to a final, desperate battle
The forces of the living descend upon the citadel
Castle of the necromancer and his undead host
Hidden among dead trees, beneath icy mountains
The armies clash under twilight skies
Wraiths clad in black flit about the air
Howling with agonizing screams
Of a thousand cursed lives
Skeletal men with hollow black eyes
Animated by black magic, knowing no fear
Nearby, under the eclipse
A clash of steel breaks the silence
In a frost-weathered forest
A warrior, clad in black
Fueled by the darkest of energies
He strikes at his adversary
The embodiment of his former self
A vision of a path not taken
The walls are breached
Pillars of smoke touch the sky
And red flames lick the black stone
The war goes on, but the battle is won
The earth trembles and breaks apart
The necromancer’s apprentice is defeated
Left to die in the wood, his fury wasn’t enough
He is scarred and broken, but he will return
In time
(In time, in time, in time, in time)
(In time, in time, in time, in time)