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Rogue Mystic
05:54
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Draconian Master of the Arcane
A mystic enigma without a name
A conjurer, sought by the guild
Hunted, outlawed, you see you kill
Smoke and mirrors
Trick of the mind
Stolen relics- From back in time
Rogue Mystic, Freedom to roam
Amulet, spellcasters tome
Rogue Mystic, Cast from his home
Amulet, spellcasters tome
Hunted down by his former creed
Hunted for the utmost greed
Hunted for his travesties
Draconian Master of the Arcane
A mystic enigma without a name
A stolen amulet hidden below his beard
A mystic artefact that he commandeered
A conjurer, sought by the guild
Hunted, outlawed, you see you kill
Smoke and mirrors, Trick of the mind
Stolen relics- From back in time
Rogue Mystic, Freedom to roam
Amulet, spellcasters tome
Rogue Mystic, Cast from his home
Amulet, spellcasters tome
Hunted down by his former creed
Hunted for his travesties
Hunted for the utmost greed
DRACONIAN MASTER OF THE ARCANE
A MYSTIC ENIGMA WITHOUT A NAME
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The Ides of March
06:57
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The Dictator makes his presence in the street
Royal wolf walking among bleeting sheep
There's something not right about how the wind blows
There's a smell in the air thats funny on his nose
He hears the whispers; never heard the malicous intent
He never picked up on that superstitous scent
With a push and shove his senses are thrown
Usually he'd heed the threats of the crone
That conspriring bastard smiles, his eyes an arch
"That washed-up soothsayer bewares the Ides of March"
Beware the Ides of March
He who wrote the calender, Makes his presence in the street
Royal Wolf, sceptical of the sheep
Treachery lingers around him -circling the senate
The deviant ruse of safety they pretended
A glance in Brutus' eyes seals his fate
A repsonsive leer tells Caeser now is late
A stab in the back isnt the act that offended
It's brought to light that his death was impended
That conspiring bastard smiles, with his eyes an arch
That washed-up soothsayer, bewares the Ides of March
Beware the Ides of March
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The Warlock
07:46
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Segregated village, shipwrecked bay,
Locals fear the evil games he plays.
Unbeknownst to them, he's in control,
They're all in the act and they all play a role.
Wicked magic- for demented ends,
Mortal life as currency, the warlock spends.
Oblivious to Him with his cloaked facade,
Just a haggard man in a mountain, who's gone mad.
The Warlocks cackle echoes through the valley,
Black sheep who follow, at the foothills they rally.
Marionettes, in his grand design,
To march the villagers deep into the mine,
In the depths of the dark, brainwashed, soldiers,
Black candle ashes and pentacle smoulders.
Wicked magic- for demented ends,
Mortal life as currency, the warlock spends.
Oblivious to Him with his cloaked facade,
Just a haggard man in a mountain, who's gone mad
He lifts back his hood and from below his guise,
He looks at each of them, right in the eyes.
The cloak, drops to the floor--and through the dust- he's vanished,
Death is coming to those, who had him banished.
The warlock cackles.-alongside his legion,
He's enslaved this village, Now to doom the whole region,
No escape from demise, When the sky rips and crackles,
Louder than thunder, the Warlock cackles.
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Scarab
05:07
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Only scarabs survived the fire- An empire with a Queen on the throne,
Stone from our cities built their spire, a bestial infra-order summoned to grow
Meadows and cities dissipate- chewed by the jaws, swallowed by the mouth
Havoc- used to reach the clouds, coveting the sky brought the drought
What used to be rolling plain,
Has now turned to sand.
How many years without the rain?
Queen of the scarabs now Queen of the land
Plague of the scarabs
Desert dogma lifts
Queen of the scarabs
Dogs of war, let slip
An iron-handed cornucopia, swarming scarabs ravenous to claim
Expanding their Utopia, they want the sky now that this world is in flames
By the clench of her fist, the desert sculpts itself under her handicraft
A relic not thought to exist, makes the crocodiles cry as the jackals laugh
What used to be rolling plain,
Has now turned to sand.
How many years without the rain?
Queen of the scarabs now Queen of the land
Plague of the scarabs
Desert dogma lifts
Queen of the scarabs
Dogs of war, let slip
The Desert was sculpted, by her handicraft
The crocodile cries - As the jackal laughs
Chewed by the jaws, swallowed by the mouth
Coveting the sky brought the drought
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Reigning Hell
07:21
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I've found myself in the darkness, amongst the trees
I turn myself towards a branch with a noose, labelled for me
The devil came to me and said I should be dead
He ran his finger-nail down my forehead
He carved an inverted cross and it trickled red
I shiver at what he says
"Its better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven"
I'm gonna one up my master so i'm 667
I accepted his offer with gratuity
Little does he know the devil will soon be me
Annointed by the council who instil mortal fright
Devils sword to coronate passes by each ears, left then right.
A standing ovation from the henchmen of Hades
Finally rewarded for the cruciality of my evil deeds
"Its better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven"
I'm gonna one up my master so i'm 667
I accepted his offer with gratuity
Little does he know the devil will soon be me
Backwards he recited me the book of the damned
Then he placed his royal dagger in my hand
I'm the only one here thats alive
The demons see and know
I'll reign hell with insight
Backwards he recited me the book of the damned
Then he placed that royal dagger in my hand
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