The Specter Rises

The shadow looms over the land in waves
A shock of fear, and a burn of the fright
Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!

Brave men hide in the sanctum of the caves
No paladin comes, not even the knight
The shadow looms over the land in waves

Mother's hide children, but not from the knave
They hide because of the terrible sight
Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!

The “good men” hide away for their conclave
They’re stiff in understanding of their plight
The shadow looms over the land in waves

The masters run, they no longer enslave
Not a single one can bear to go fight
Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!

The land is now clean, the night holds no rave
But the people still say in the sun’s light
The shadow looms over the land in waves
Beware! For the Specter comes from the grave!