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Four eyes as two in one the forward circular view that never ends.
An orbital voyage throughout the endless sphere of all.
Where time is lost and everything transcends.
A graceful presence at stolen time.
As ghosts to the world, ghosts to the world.
For ice, outside, are we apart as cold and eerie mist to the hand.
Ever floating on its course towards the heights of shadowland.
Thus appear the truly sworn.
To be seen,
To be feared.
Yet, not to be reached.
Four eyes as two in one.
Thus appear the truly sworn.
As ghosts to the world.
Thus appear the truly sworn.
For ice outside, are we apart.
Thus appear the truly sworn.
Cold and eerie mist.
Burning.
Thus appear the truly sworn.
A graceful presence at stolen time.

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