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Words and music by geddy lee, alex lifeson, and neil peart |
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I. into darkness |
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As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three |
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Travelers, men of willow dale, emerge from the forest |
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Shadow. fording the river dawn, they turn south, |
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Journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the |
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Necromancer. even now the intensity of his dread power |
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Can be felt, 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 their thirst for freedom |
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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. the |
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Necromancer keeps watch with his magic prism eyes. he |
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Views all his lands and is already aware of the three |
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Helpless invaders 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 |
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Of long years. the spell has been broken...the dark lands |
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Are bright, the wraith of the necromancer soars away...in |
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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... |
