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The square is lit with their torches
The wells have shallowed and dried
The fields are barren and withered
The livestock rotten with flies
The women cry for their children
The peasants cry in the mud
The nobles cry for their riches
The men cry for blood

Upon the dais he preaches
This massing far from benign
The townsfolk gathered in piety
To heed the prophet's lies,
"You see now off in the distance;
The tower rises so high.
His evil brings starvation and ruin.
This Wizard, this Devil must fly."

I see them gather with torches
They've drained the wells dry
They've abandon the fields
They've let the animals die
The women have too many children
The peasants bemoan the days
The nobles hoard all of the riches
The men only feed their rage

Upon the dais he's piping
The sheep bleat and they dance
This world is their creation
This vermin stands no chance
"You see, 'cause I am the Wizard.
So bring your fire and knives.
This Tower shall stand for evermore,
For a Wizard, a god, am I."


I am the Wizard!
I am the Wizard!
I am the Wizard!
I am the Wizard!

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