BLACK SWORD lyrics: J. Morse © 1984 As thunder roars through the plains of Eveland An unseen foe, ebony blade in hand Begins a trek to the far-off virgin sand In search of treasure and power grand    As the sword steals a soul    As the prince ascends the knoll    As the peasants flee to distant towns    The prince, his name unheard    An evil, unspoken word    In quest for treasured gold and royal crowns      Prince of night displays his might      Armies fall, afraid      Ebony steel takes its meal      The pitiful souls have paid As sunlight falls on the meadowlands of Arden Many flock to see the boy-man Jeszenn Ivory rapier, made by learned and arcane men Can only go where evil has already been    As the sword has a soul    As the boy descends the knoll    As the wond'ring peasants flock from leagues away    The boy, Jeszenn, his name    Has quickly garnered his fame    But chances are now that these are his last days      Prince of light displays his might      Armies bow in awe      Ivory blade, garnished with jade      Fascinating all those who saw As winds howl across the Argolian shield Forces meet in war on the Pendlehaven field The evil one claims that he will never yield The good one waits until the last bells have pealed    As the magic flames will rise    The embers flicker in the eyes    Of all who hide to watch the final duel    The princes, senses grown bold    The final battle, story told    The victor between good and evil, who will rule?      Princes might rejoice the flight      Of the loser, drowned in shame      Black and white, clash and bite      Please reveal to us the conqueror's name As dew glistens in the grasses of Carolan Stormclouds gather, rain held in their span The final sunbeams glow upon only one man Victorious, Jeszenn; the black prince no longer stands.