Caress Of Steel was an interesting album lyrically.
From:
"Midway hawkers calling "Try your luck with me", merry-go-round wheezing the same old melody.
A thousand ten cent wonders, who could ask for more?
A pocketful of silver the key to heaven's door."
To this narration:
"As grey traces of dawn tinge the eastern sky, the three travelers, men of Willow Dale, emerge from the forest shadow.
Fording the River Dawn, they turn south, journeying into the dark and forbidding lands of the Necromancer.
Even now the intensity of his dread power can be felt, weakening the body and saddening the heart.
Ultimately they will become empty, mindless spectres.
Stripped of will and soul.
Only a thirst for freedom gives them hunger for vengeance…"
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