The colour of magic. - Wizards. | Текст песни

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• The colour of magic.
• Wizards.

When our story begins, wizards are not very nice. Carrying the final remains
of one of their number, the eight heads of the orders
of wizardry have demonstratedgreat powers of survival, because behind
every wizard of the eighth rank,there is at least
one seventh rank wizard trying to bump him off.
Old Rumlat.

He never saw it coming,
you know, Trymon.

You know what they say,
Arch Chancellor,

when a wizard is tired of looking
for broken glass in his dinner,

he is tired of life.

I'm just speculating, obviously.

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