Through eerie reach of ancient woods
where lumbering mists arise
I journey for nines moons of the year
to where a land of legend lies
Deep within a stony lamp-lit hall
under falling grains of sand
Magic eyes glance magic pages
turned by magic hands
And as he spoke I watched in awe
A God’s aura in his eyes
Master of all
Darkness fall – Spirits arise
Lord of Storms – Blacken the skies
With heavy breath, I break the seal
howls echo through the room
Blood lettings of a black Raven’s heart
Conjure up the wraiths of doom
I cannot heed my Master’s call
Lakes of Fire – writhe and swell
Foolish eyes – while spying Prophet’s pages
unleash Barons of Hell
And as they rose I watched in awe
A God’s aura in my eyes
Master of all
Darkness fall – Spirits arise
Lord of Storms – Blacken the skies