Hail in my shadowland,
Where mountains dwell at night and dawn.
Only the feeble minded cannot see my kingdom, dressed in the silk of night.

Medieval palaces doom from the old oaks, which serve as halls to the dwarfs.
What you are about to experience, is like a dream to be told,
A hymn for the betrayer, and the betrayed.
For the warrior, and the slaughtered.

So open your mind for the real eclipse, which rises in the brain of the summoned, in the true warriors veins.
The warriors of the sweppening darkness, in thee