Here I stand in my tower, clothed in marble and ebony and from my tower I behold my vast infinite kingdom the shadows reveal flocks of wolves hunting in the night warlords gather their armies of destruction and hate
My tower, my supreme black work of art a gateway to the everlasting fields of eternity where forests stand proud and evergreen where the wolves join me for nocturnal hunt where the soil is untouched by holy hands where the mountains stand tall, pantheons as they are
The dark ocean reflects beams of moonlight the night reveals memories of an ancient past I travel with the wolves, I fly with the ravens I gain ancient knowledge buried by time and dust
In the black mountain up ahead lies the dreaded caves the caves which conceals the sword of death waiting for it's rightfull owner, waiting to be used in war I reach for the sword, my fingers clutches the swordhilt as the ancient past opens up before my eyes
I return to my tower, in my hands lies the sword of doom the sword that means the death of the hordes of light the sword that means the arrival of the dark ageTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
