I, Magus کے بول

My soul was forged by the blow of the hammer Finding comfort in the darkness My only true companion The power of magic pulsing within my spirit None can break its grip of fire around my heart My will for creation cannot be overcome It will bring my only moments of solace A teacher without a true spirit But one with the discipline I will need Unworthy tormentors fuel my hatred Feeling the sting of my misanthropic fury Gods of magic I will serve you I will bring glory to your name Grant me the power that I seek Let the fire burn strong I will rise from the ashes Leaving my mark in the untouched snow The crisp winds of my eternal winter Breathe a chill of life in my soul My soul was forged by the blow of the hammer Finding comfort in the darkness My only true companion The power of magic pulsing within my spirit None can break its grip of fire around my heart