I Am The Black Wizards

Emperor

In The Nighside Eclipse

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 dies 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.