Malice of Sands

At the court of the king In every castle's corridor Along each royal decree I spread my astute roots Of sterling advices And influential wisdom Advisor of the crown I managed to be called My words of wit, follow them all This way the realm shall turn to gold Oh mighty king, sure I know how to help you Finding the power you need to rule them all Just let me seek through the books and words of the spirits For answers I'll find in my arcanes of old Secrets of power shall be unveiled as I scry into the sand Ancient magic from my southern motherland serve me once again Spirits of the wise tell me where lies the occult force we shall command One which once the king die will pass to me Witch, you summoned us all from the barren deserts of death And we bring to you these thirsty words to feed your greed Seek for an old oaken flute in the chests of an old wise man by the beach For the woodwind shall change the fate of your king Oh mighty king, sands have spoken words of good Down by beach, there lives an old and wise man His flute shall be your tool of power