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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 macrocosm.
No age will escape my wrath.
I travel though 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
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 bottom 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.

Emperor da "In the Night Side Eclipse" (1995)