22 June 2012
The Tower of Pain, Will always remain, Outlive the last flower, A monument to power.
These evil wizards, Casting blizzards, Causing droughts, Creating doubts.
Raising the dead, Monsters to dread, Spreading disease, Worse than a sneeze.
Necromance sorcerers, Barbaric torturers, Reside in the tower, On the hunt for power.
Atop the tower, The source to empower, The mystical aura, Cast out to Pandora.
They study the orb, Feed it spells to absorb, Any spells they cast, At the orb are amassed.
The wizards have plans, Our death at their hands, Their tower is glowing, And the magic is flowing.
Discovered the source, To magical force, The wizards will show, Pandora what they know.
Too late to stop them, No time to halt or stem, Pandora will sunder, Under magical thunder.
The Tower Of Pain • Opuss № I