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