He's watching, the seer of time who writes History as it all unfolds. Ageless. Forever He'll be there. Eyes of the world didn't see The warning. Man of the robes arrived at his Step hungry for power of the highest might Fear has risen, fear to turn the page, to Write what is next in the book of time
Into the past, pre-cataclysm, came the man in Robes, a traveler in time. These are the days The kingpriest lived in the holy land. Before The temples bled he came to seek the arch Mage in black. Kill and take his place. Master Of magic he'll become. Master in the flesh. Ruler of the tower of high sorcery
The gates shall remain closed and the halls Empty until the day that the master of both The past and the present returns with power
Death and chaos sweep the land. Covered Like a desert's sand bodies lie in shallow Graves. Winds dusting like rippled waves Ruins of what used to be. Fortresses Scattered in debris. The tree of life has been Decayed by a soul who has betrayed
A mountain fell crushed the holy land. Behold the tides of blood a new sea is rising. Now it's time overthrow the gods. Fight the Queen of darkness in the black abyss. A white Cleric stands beside the black robe holding The power. Open wide the gates, the final Chapter - an age of despair, so it is written In the book of time
The gates shall remain closed and the halls Empty until the day that the master of both The past and the present returns with power Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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