A Nameless Creature
Appears at this Hour of Midnight
With Eyes as Black as Earth upon Me
Like a Ravenous Beast, Insane from Hunger
Why do You Persist in the Growing Darkness
Like a Moth unto The Flame

Under the Moon of the Witching Hour
I am come to Discern Thy Craft
A Dark Rite from the Ancient Masters
That Some attest You Possess and Perform
And if, indeed, They tell no lies,
I would have You raise The Dead to Speak

Conjure Up Your Flames
See beyond That Veil
Where the Shades Reside
For to hear that Ethereal Threnody
And if, indeed, They impart Their Secrets
Communicate Fates End for Me

Oh why do you tempt me?
Do you wish Me Burned Alive
By Your Own Hand
All Seers and Prophets in The Land have Died

Take heed My Words
Death will not take You
You shall Live the rest of Your Days
Decadent in splendor

Prophets from the Eastern Vale
Whose Hearts wept Beneath
The Cleaving Edge of his Blade

Arise!

Seers from the Western Wasteland
Broken and Tortured by His Command

Arise!

Mad Visionaries swinging from His Gallows still

Arise!

Northern Witches of the Pale Forest
In the Ashes of His Pyre

All Arise!

Oh Prophets!
Visionaries!
Madmen!

Once More
Like Sand on The Shore
Wash in from Darkness

Through Me They Speak
You find Your Death in Battle
Shall Rise Up out of Your Shell
On a Stairway of Blood

No!

On Your Lips, Deceit
In Contempt I hold You
Now The End of This Charade
Your Liar’s Tongue my Blade Anoint
At the Wailing Wall
I will Leave You Cold and Grey
Exposed to the Sky for Birds of Carrion

That Dark Creature of the Night
Blinded by Rage and Fury
Drew High The Judgment Blade
To Strike to Kill The Witch
She Knew the Signs
Felt the Call of Destiny
By the Summoning Firelight
Shew Drew a Cursed Dagger
Drove it deep into His Heart