Prologue Songtext
von Elmer Bernstein

Legend has it, in the mystic land of Prydain.
There was once a king so cruel, and so evil, that even the gods feared him.
Since no prison could hold him, he was thrown alive into a crucible of moltin iron.
There his demonic spirit was captured, in the form of a great black cauldron.
For uncounted centuries The Black Cauldron lay hidden, while evil men searched for it.
Knowing whoever possessed it, would have the power to resurrect an army of deathless warriors.
And with them, rule the world.