Crionics I Am The Black Wizards
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 neverending 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.
