Testo di Necromancer

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 death 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