Midnight calls, as the spell is cast.
To lift this iron shroud of fog.
A conquest long forgotten,
Buried deep in ancient dust...

Deep in the mist lies the key.
The answers to broken dreams.
Cast the runes to the ground,
And watch the cauldron burn...

A name is whispered in the night,
Transcend from countless centuries.
In shimmering emerald towers,
Heaven is laid at my feet.

"The silvery moon and ancient stars,
Weep with envy of thine beauty."

A glorious monolith of days long since past.
Untouched by time...

Run with me to the cemetery,
To eternal gates the forests edge.
To salvation everlasting