| Lyrics: | 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"
-
Ceridwen |
