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White hand of magician’s slowly rising

A sign and army of thousands turn

He’s one with arcane power

One false move and away you burn

His voice still echoes deep inside

Calls me on distant mountainsides

Dark thoughts that evil mind devices

Fouls your sense of reality

The ever watchful tower

Scorching eye is fixed on me

Can hear me lament every night

High up hungry nightmares ride

They cry

Iron and greed

Mankind’s last deed

Chaos and might

Immortal knight

King of the dead

Panic and dread

Fire and fear

Endlessly sear

Lost, found and freed for centuries

Enchanted dreams and memories

It feels so light, I feel it’s might