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 growing up with the chain of day
We have to strike evil from the Gypsum Flower
Something strong is waking up in me
When the wind blows sparkles born between my fingers
Chaos now appears around us
Shadows answer to the power of the Gypsum Flower
The force gets stronger in me as a feeling of magic
Maybe not a wicked curse, but a gift from the sky
It seems like the wind obey me, may I can help in this fight
I feel a discord … Discord is growing
Into the balance … Into the kingdom
Darkness arises, demons are coming from…
From an accursed 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 growing up with the chain of day
We have to strike evil from the Gypsum Flower
The Master Of Sorcery
Adam Wilstorm
Adam’s «Inner Voice»