I Am The Black Wizards - Emperor

Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine

For the black hills consists 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 macrocosm

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 eternally ancient caves

Before a mighty Emperor thereupon came Watching the mortals «discovering»

my chronicles

Guarded by the old demons, even unknown

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 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 existence

I am them