EMPEROR (SPLIT ALBUM)

I AM THE BLACK WIZARDS

Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of black souls, souls that already died 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 though 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 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 bottom 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  

WRATH OF THE TYRANT

NIGHT OF THE GRAVELESS SOULS

COSMIC KEYS TO MY CREATIONS AND TIMES

The heavens are lit by the stars where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid. They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself. Reflected in the deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements. They are the planetary keys to unlimited wisdom and power for the Emperor to obtain. They bring the gods of the wolves whom upon they bark at night, requesting their next victim in thirst of blood. I enjoy those moments I may haunt with these beasts of the night. What kinds of beings are existing at the deeps of my lakes? They surly must be of an evil race, for no friendly thing can live in such depressive waters. Here is also a planet similar to the moon, but its phases is only one and it is in its most powerful for all and ever... There passes no light without the barking of the wolves. All these landscapes are timeless, and this is all just a part of cosmos, but all is mine and past and future is yet
to discover... Much have been discovered, but tomorrow I will realise I existed before myself. I will be reborn before I die. I will realise planets ages old, created by a rules with a crown of dragon claws, arrived with a stargate...