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 was not enough
 He is scarred and broken, but he will return