The wizard's last rhymes
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The aim of the serpent, the serpent's creation
Reveals itself now trough crystal spheres
He's riding the waves as a real conqueror
Colliding with ships, the ships of the kings
He owns, your sword
The emerald weapon, the steel of the heroes
Flow the black tears of dark angels
Your blade is now serving the dark force
The evil source of the unborn
The truth is there in these hands
Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur
Starless is my night, silent is my ride
Trough the paradox of wishdom
To the sea of souls
Nel silenzio tragiche realta'
Fire is blazing fast across the bloddy red sea
The sunlight is fading on him
These are the wizard’s last holy sights
The wizard’s last rhymes
We are reaching the brutal
The tragic dimension
Led by reflections, reflections of death
The ghost in the fog
Wander lamenting
While violence devours my wasted brain
Let me awake
The astral bewitchment is the fatal witness
Of created surge of chaos
I reflect the constellations' fall
Now close your eyes and fight blind
The moon is dying, don't fear his might
Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur
Starless is my night, silent is my ride
Through the paradox of wishdom
To the sea of souls
Nel silenzio tragiche realta'
Fire is blazing fast across the bloddy red sea
The sunlight is fading on him
These are the wizard’s last holy sights
The poem’s tragic rhymes
Fierce blows the wind, infinite fires
On Elnor Sea
Hail to the king
He died as brave, oh valiant hero
But so in vain, facing the storm
The storm
“And soon the snakes of the abyss
Swallowed the mighty woodship
the waves of the bloody ocean
Were reaching the walls of the falling town”
(…)
Quando corpus morietur fac ut animae donetur
Starless is my night, silent is my ride
Through the paradox of wishdom
To the sea of souls
Nel silenzio tragiche realta'
Fire is blazing fast across the bloddy red sea
The sunlight is fading on him
These are the wizard’s last holy sights
The poem’s tragic rhymes
Nel silenzio tragiche realta'
Fire is blazing fast across the bloddy red sea
The sunlight is fading on him
These are the wizard’s last holy sights
The poem’s tragic rhymes
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