On This Night of Fullmoon
Black Candles Burn
Ancient Magick Runes
Proclaim His Return
The Nocturnal Winds are Howling in the trees
Whispering: «The Desolate One shall return!»
The Ravens have Gathered above me
As I Utter The Ancient Curse:
«Amma i piad sa madriaax!
Amma chis pir, Tonug!
Amma i adohi de piripsol!
Drilpa Vovina Torzul od Quasb ilsi!!!»