Legendry – The Conjurer

The Conjurer

Veiled by obscurity
Wind howls along the way
With his cloak of doom
He turns the night to day

As the bell tolls, the hour comes at last
Beware the conjurer, his dark magic is cast

Deep in the haunted wood
Beyond a cursed town
He makes his magic circle
Holds demons there spellbound


In a haze of crimson fire
Cosmic keys reveal the past
Tempting the chains of reason
Witching hour approaching fast


Candles burn with eerie glimmer
Potions brew on open flame
Can he control this power?
Ashes of what rеmains

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