Letras
Thrice the lid of my eye enshrouds
Nucleus to a squall of clouds
Through torrents of swirling black
Outpour demoniac
A vision imbued by inaudible chants
Dimensional demons of air, grants
Greeting deep ones misting the flesh
Gives license to intermesh
Grotesque desire I'll forge
Within this storm
Ritual circle, the mind's tendrils
Ritual circle, the mind's tendrils
Ritual circle, the mind's tendrils
Ritual circle, the mind's tendrils
Grotesque desire I'll forge
Within this storm
Their eclipse chants the craft so clear
A vessel to traverse spheres