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