Through shadowed vale and mountains steep,
Where silent ghosts and legends sleep,
The stars ignite in cryptic fire—
A call to claim the Stone’s desire.
The twilight hums with whispered schemes,
The wheel of fate begins to turn,
A voice beyond the mortal throne
Commands: “Now take the Sorcerer’s Stone!”
Runes of silver, staff of flame,
The dragon knows the wizard’s name.
A spark in night, a soul alone,
Condemned to seek the fabled Stone.
By moonlit blade and storm I ride,
Through realms where fallen kings abide.
The truth is carved in blood and bone—
The key to time: The Sorcerer’s Stone!
With lightning’s wrath and steel I stand,
To break the curse with vengeful hand.
Immortal chains, now overthrown—
I wrest the light—the Sorcerer’s Stone!
The winds of fate now scream their cry,
As phoenix-ash blackens the sky.
Through shattered crypts and secrets sown,
I chase the shade of Sorcerer’s Stone.
The tomes of old lie drowned in lies,
The path now veiled from mortal eyes.
I kneel beneath the starless throne,
Yet still I crave the Sorcerer’s Stone!
“One stone to break the skies,
One truth where hope* dies,
One soul to bear the cost…
No power comes without the loss.”
Oh, watcher of the hollow skies,
Your gaze is ice, your law denies—
Yet through the dark, through blood alone,
I’ll rend the world for Sorcerer’s Stone!
(Sorcerer’s Stone)
(Sorcerer’s Stone)
(Sorcerer’s Stone)
By moonlit blade and storm we rise,
Unchained beneath the blackened skies.
No god shall hold what we have torn—
The age shall bow to Sorcerer’s Stone!