Lord of the Arcane

Lord of the Arcane

From the depths where shadows breathe,
I rise from ash, where legends seethe,
A cursed soul with fire entwined,
A broken fate, a twisted mind.

Through endless night and haunted halls,
I summon storms where darkness calls,
The ancient words, the burning light,
A sorcerer bound to endless fight.

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Lord of the arcane, bearer of flame,
Master of chaos, keeper of pain,
Through shattered worlds where hope is slain,
I claim the throne and wear the chain.

Across the lands where whispers die,
I cast my will across the sky,
Reality bends beneath my gaze,
A sovereign soul through fire and haze.

Eyes that pierce the veil of time,
A soul that weeps through curse and crime,
The echoes wail, the shadows fall,
But I stand strong and heed the call.

Lord of the arcane, bearer of flame,
Master of chaos, keeper of pain,
Through shattered worlds where hope is slain,
I claim the throne and wear the chain.

When stars collapse and silence reigns,
I'll hold the power, break the chains,
The void will bend and worlds will burn,
For I am he who will not turn.

And when the dusk devours the light,
And darkness swallows day and night,
One name will stand through fear and pain—
The sorcerer, the lord of the arcane.