Blood - Necromancer lyrics

The rocks of the valley were cruel but the soldiers made no complaint indeed, few of them had lips to frame a protest the wizard's troops were beyond pain or fear of d**h they were already dead! NECROMANCER from his zombie-borne palaquin the wizard glowered at the rock-stream wilderness around him his inner eye saw farther nothing lived in that desert - but something moved a small group of shadowy forms, little more than grave-dust in the shape of a man wraiths! - but not his! NECROMANCER he wondered who his rival was! only another NECROMANCER would control a wraith- or know the miasma and cover its treasure NECROMANCER (Steve Jackson Games 1983) (Eisen 11/88)