I am the Black Wizards Emperor

Mightiest am I
But I am not alone in this cosmos of mine
For the black hills consist of black souls
Souls that already died 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 to me

Once destroyed their souls are being summoned
To my timeless prison of hate
It is delightful to feast upon the screaming souls
That were destroyed in my future