When omens of all portant come to be and the ancient ones rise up from the sea and the winged one comes forth from the moon The one will appear whose
Riding in righteous rage, laying waste the land Killing women, children, beast and man Raping the young, torturing the old Forging your way to streets
Magic circles etched upon the floor Hours of fasting and prayer Time to open the forbidden door Triangle of manifestation Call on the Legions Here they
Priests of my temple sustain me I have gone beyond the gates of forever after Beyond the shade gates, but not revealed to me the key to the mysteries
Born on the battlefield, heat of the melee during a Vanir raid Before he had lived to see fifteen snows his name by council fires was praised Intent
Roman Soldier You've gone too far into the forest of the Druid A black moon looks over Hadrians Wall Hecate frowns on you An elfin fire kindles for you
[Music and Lyrics by Howie Bentley] Call me call me a thief and liar The flames lick higher and higher Caught up in a web of your own weaving Your undoing