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Emperor |
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In The Nighside Eclipse |
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I Am The Black Wizards |
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Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the |
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black hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies one |
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thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their |
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black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in |
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the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot |
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reach. The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age |
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will escape my wrath. I travel through time and I return to the |
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future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the eternally ancient |
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caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals |
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"discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown |
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to me. Once destroyed their souls are being summoned to my timeless |
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prison of hate. It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls |
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that was destroyed in my future. How many wizards that serve me with |
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evil. I know not. My empires has no limits. From the never ending |
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mountains black, to the bottomless lakes. I am the ruler and has been |
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for eternity's long. My wizards are many, but their essence is |
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mine. Forever there are in the hills in their stone homes of |
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grief. Because I am the spirit of their existence. I am them. |