There are skryers Seers of the ways of wyrd Who face the damned spirits And the Hellish vaults below
Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear Will come and shall forevermore
When the Equinox arrives and the symbols are in place Unbound the corporeal knots and wait Wait until the vision is focused And channel through what needs to be writ
Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear Will come and shall forevermore
The deception of daemons, multitudes of angels, Noble seniors, undreamed apparitions And cryptic sights, even unknown landscapes Must the skryer pour unto our plane
There lies hunger in thy house Spiritual thirst in the world The magician gathers his own Be it material or ethereal harvest
"O'er the night-time winds which howl O'er the darkened roar Comes the whisper calling me Enticing me to more" - CeridwenTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
