In the realm where the mystic forces dwell, Spells are cast with a powerful swell. Arcane energy, flowing wild and free, In the onslaught of magic, we hold the key. Magic onslaught, the power unleashed, In the whirl of the spells, our spirits are increased. With each incantation, the world alight, We dance in the shadows of the arcane night. Runes glow, as the potions flow, The alchemy of night begins to show. Every chant, a thunderous might, In the magic's rush, we fight the fight. Magic onslaught, the power unleashed, In the whirl of the spells, our spirits are increased. With each incantation, the world alight, We dance in the shadows of the arcane night. From the depths of the earth to the edge of the sky, Magic's surge makes the ancient stones cry. A tempest of sorcery, wild and profound, In the heart of the storm, our powers are bound. Magic onslaught, the power unleashed, In the whirl of the spells, our spirits are increased. With each incantation, the world alight, We dance in the shadows of the arcane night. As the spells wane, and the night grows still, The magic lingers, bending to our will. In the silence that follows the mage’s roar, The echoes of the onslaught forevermore.