Paroles de The Test

On the 7th day of the 7th month During the 7th minute of the 7th hour The conclave will summon my presence At the tower in the woods To face the test of high sorcery From which many do not return Where I will gain the right To enter the private realm of magic Accompanied by a fool Who greets his weakness with a smile I begin by entering the forbidden inn Seeking refuge from carrying the burden Bringers of doom greet my presence I will follow their dangerous path Seeking the tomes of the war magus I am drawn to his cold grasp Revealing his plans of triumph I plan my own ascent to the sky Using his magic to crush my enemies And resist his deadly bloodstone Facing one final obstacle I annihilate the false one Who threatens my final victory I have been granted access to the order