| Emperor | |
| In The Nighside Eclipse | |
| I Am The Black Wizards | |
| 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 | |
| "discovering" 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 eternity's 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. |