Through eerie reach of ancient woods
Where lumbering mists arise
I journey for nine moons of the year
To where a land of legend lies.

Deep within a stony lamp-lit hall,
Under falling grains of sand,
Magic eyes glance magic pages
Turned by magic hands.

And as he spoke, I watched in awe,
God's aura in his eyes,
Master of all.

Darkness fall,
Spirits arise,
Lord of Storms,
Blacken the skies.

With heavy breath, I break the seal.
Howls, echo through the room.
Blood lettings of a black Raven's heart,
Conjure up the wraiths of doom.

I cannot heed my Master's call.
Lakes of Fire. Writhe and swell,
Foolish eyes, while spying Prophet's pages.
Unleash Barons of [bad word] 

And as they rose, I watched in awe,
God's aura in my eyes,
Master of all.

Darkness fall,
Spirits arise,
Lord of Storms,
Blacken the skies.