Embers of the Arcane V2

Embers of the Arcane

From the crypt of ancient lore,
Where spirits weep and legends roar,
I breathe the dust of fallen kings,
And wield the flame the darkness brings.

Through twilight veils and cursed domains,
I forge my soul with binding chains,
A shadow crowned in arcane light,
A master born from endless night.

Embers of the arcane, burning through my veins,
Keeper of the secrets where power still remains,
Sorcerer of fire, ruler of the storm,
Bending fate and chaos into form.

Eyes that see beyond the veil,
Hands that twist where stars grow pale,
I break the curse of mortal binds,
And conjure wrath from shattered minds.

In every breath, the void resounds,
Echoes clash where magic drowns,
Through rituals of blood and bone,
I claim the throne, my fate unknown.

Embers of the arcane, burning through my veins,
Keeper of the secrets where power still remains,
Sorcerer of fire, ruler of the storm,
Bending fate and chaos into form.

Lightning strikes and shadows quake,
Reality itself will break,
When power calls my name aloud,
And fire wraps me like a shroud.

And as the embers fade to dust,
And iron crumbles into rust,
The world will know that I remain—
The sorcerer who conquered pain.