Emperor

Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the
black hills consists of black souls, souls that already dies one
thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of centuries they breed their
black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far up in
the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach.
The wizards, my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will
escape my wrath.I travel through time and I return to the future.I
gather wisdom now lost.I visit again the eternally ancient caves,
before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the mortals
discovering my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown