I Am The Black Wizards
Mightiest am I
But I am not alone in this cosmos of mine
For the black hills consist of black souls
Souls that already died one thousand deaths
Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their black art
Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold
Far up in the mountains where the rain fall not far
Yet the sun cannot reach
The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocasm
No age will escape my wrath
I travel through time and I return to the future
I gather wisdom now lost
I visit again the eteranlly ancient caves
Before a mighty Emporer thereupon came
Watching the mortals 'discovering' my chronicles
Guarded by the old demons, even unkown to me
Once destroyed their souls are being summoned to my timeless prison of hate
It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls that was once destroyed in my future
How many wizards that serve me with evil
I know not
My empires has no limits
From the never ending mountains black
To the bottomless lakes
I am the ruler and has been for eternity's long
My wizards are many, but their essence is mine
Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief
Because I am the spirit of their existance
I am them
