[chorus:] "Summoned by the Ancestor of Magick in the Atmosphere of Misanthropy. The Cult of the Flaming Wind, the Myth of the Mystic Mind." 
When the Wind 
Blows in the 
Dark, Listen to it's 
Feast on the 
Crying Land. 
When the Wind is 
Cold and Freezes from the 
North, Behold 
It's Call to come 
Forth. Behold 
It's Call to come 
Forth!!! Eternal 
Shape of Khaos, 
It`s Element in 
Caressing 
Universe. 
Thousand Coloured "Wings", the 
Shadows on the 
Roof of an (En)
Trance. Hidden in 
Obscurity and 
Past are the 
Hands of the 
Creator Lost, but in the 
Darkness, there is the 
Knowledge of that 
Origin. Never see the 
Rising Sun, `cause it 
Reveals the 
Truth. [chorus:] 
The Evil Whip in 
It`s Tongue and the 
Smiling Red 
Eyes of HO
RROR. Dying, all 
Them and Others too, then 
DEAD, Summoned by the 
Ancestor of 
Magick! [chorus:] 
DYING!!!