Wolves carry my name in their midnight howls The voice is summoning me from afar The weight of my sould will decide a place The horrors that stalk anger me a night This is the ancient arcanum, Handed down and passed forward for centuries Fro this is my book of the dead This is the book of the black earth The celestial spirits From beyond, the wanderes of the waste I have seen one thousand and one moons I have seen the unkown lands I have raised the demons and the dead I have summoned the ghost of my ancestors I have fought the black magician I have ruled armies against the lands of the east I have ofund and feared I have found teh gate to the outside In the dark days of the moon There can be little protection against the druids From the ancient lands An engraved amulet of pure silver In full light of the moon Open the gate of the dead The gate of the shadowed ones Which I have smelled the vapors of
gate, moon, ofund, wanderes, land