He was a famous wizard
At the court of the Silvercross.
His magic powerful.
His name was Astrabal.
He looks tall and slim.
His eyes were like embers.
He wore a long white beard
And a roomy purple robe.
That's an old story
The legend of the Tar Desert
An ancient cemetery
In a place of stones and dust.
That's a very old tale
The Legend of the Tar Desert
Ancient burials
In a place of stones and dust.
A violent battle in a plain
An army of loyal knights
Against the dark cohort
From the empire of Tyra.
The evil horde was too strong
The braves couldn't resist so long
And all of them perished
In a lake of blood.
He was a famous wizard
At the court of the Silvercross.
His magic powerful.
His name was Astrabal.
He knew the black spell
To restore them to life.
A long sinister procession.
A proud army of skeletons!!!
