Taking a thousand forms
as it dances with the wind,
born from the darkest shadows
but vivid in colors as it reigns the sky
There in lands where the sun does not reach,
in the air you can feel its power
and inhale the stench of sulfur
that makes the skin tremble
Stolen from the ancient Gods
by a group of stupid humans,
seeking for limitless power
to gorge their impure desires,
but they could not hold
the majestic weight of magic
and their lives slowly leaked
as his power deformed his minds,
embalming it into darkness,
falling in chaos and madness
From it are created spells
if you can pronounce their language,
giving life to lifeless things,
giving death to immortal beings,
is equally feared
at heaven and hell,
its denizens run away
when they hear its name,
rumbling in every corner
creating sparks in the vastness
If you cross its path
you will only find desolation
There in lands where the sun does not reach,
in the air you can feel its power
and inhale the stench of sulfur
that makes the skin tremble
Taking a thousand forms
as it dances with the wind,
born from the darkest shadows
but vivid in colors as it reigns the sky
Black arts comprehension
will lead you to destruction
From it are created spells
giving death to immortal beings,
rumbling in every corner,
creating sparks in the vastness
Your soul is already rotten
as is your body and mind,
you can’t run, you cannot hide,
it wanders everywhere,
magic takes over all
black arts perfection,
magic takes over all
Black arts creation.