Wrath Of The Sorcerer

Long ago in a distant land
There lived a sorcerer, a mystical man
He wore a cloak of gold and a wand
Which glowed from his fist
His eyes were bloodshot red
With an evil wrath in his mind
No one man could hold him back
For it’s the wrath of the sorcerer’s time

All fear the wrath of the sorcerer
All heed the wrath of the sorcerer
Can you feel the wrath of the sorcerer
The magic from his wand

Many came from across the hills to see
This mysterious God
They praised him and begged for mercy
To spare their pathetic lives

All fear the wrath of the sorcerer
All heed the wrath of the sorcerer
Can you feel the wrath of the sorcerer
The magic from his wand

The magic will guide us
To his mystical throne
Let us free the enslaved child

The sorcerer is the master
A beggar for the leader of hate
Cast out by the demon urunser
Destroyed by an angel of fate
Beheaded tortured and slaughtered
Burned and tied to a stake
Persecuted bastard wizard
Gaze into the eye of the snake

Hear the screams, mystic dreams
Hold him back, feel his wrath, of the sorcerer

Wizardry is an awesome power
Partake from the fruit of the tree
Open eyes of wonder
A trip too far to see
If you dare to ignite the candle
And roam to the valley of gull
You shall find the magic
And chant the words”
“Alantera malatera lantar”

Many came from across the hills to see
This mysterious God
They praised him and begged for mercy
To spare their pathetic lives