From the crypt arising secretly
Darkness is scattering in my kingdom
Since eternity, the light is fading away
And they wait for their freedom
Since I’m alive, and a long time before
All the legends mean a devilish spell
Obsidian sky will soon collapse
Swallowing the sun and bringer of hell
I feel a discord
Into the balance
Darkness arises, demons are coming from…
From an acursed artefact
Can you feel the power of this mystic stone
Attracting death on our precious jewel
Our souls intended to live on ruins
And Avaland will fall apart
I can feel the poison from this magic stone
Flowing in my mind and corrupting my thoughts
My magic’s drying up with the chain of day
We have to strike evil from the Gypsum Flower
Brought in the past from the golden Sands
A malediction swept this mystic gem
My ancestor, the Storyteller
Used his magic to fight the curse
Discord is growing
Into the kingdom
Darkness arises, demons are coming from…
From an accursed artefact
Adam Wilstorm
The Master Of Sorcery