Servants of Sorcery - Númenor

Tides of might and magic once again I feel

The age of colossal darkness I have foreseen

I felt her presence, by the spell of the might

The calm dark presence

Darkness of the Night

Legions of chaos magic and spell

Wisdom of darkness, of those who once fell

Into the darkness, through halls of the night

Those of magic, the breed of the unlight

Guardians of ages, dragons of old

Mother divine her touch is so cold

Wisdom of ages, the spells of yore

Monarchs divine, those of magic shall be again reborn!

In times before the light those of magic were born

Keepers of darkness, those who came once before