Master of Arts Obscure Songtext / Lyric

The question we may ask instead
Are you fit to worship life?
Or perhaps you are unfit to live it?” Master of the arts obscure
Keeper of forgotten lore

Inside these walls he rules with iron fist
The weak are pruned the narcissistic shunned
Here piety and wisdom are the laws
Monastic hellscape for those wills unfit

A place for mages pure
The necrourgic forces are implored
Spirit of balance trapped in hidden depths
Rising soon to bring an age of death