Part the shadow, the chasm and the
Night. Within the ancient Saldor
Their awed voices are heard. Within the ruins
They are echoing off the walls as reflections
Of past saturnine deeds
Rituals scarred subtle worlds into existence
And carried us into a magical substantiality
When in elder ruins silence breaches the wind
The reminiscence and the spirit awakens, bare
Ground lays its hearing upon the earths tersareth
Deafening its centenary droning beat, a
Timeless tone, an elegy of melancholy, born
Out of nightly died away choirs
Accompanied by a necromantic heartfelt groan
Hoary wisdom rises from perpetual devotion
Heaving a ceremonial sigh of resurrection
Part the shadow, the abyss and the night
Within the ancient Saldor their unwritten
Words are heard. Within the ruins they
Are echoing off the walls on cosmic paths
Through times forlorn
Past rituals wove subtle worlds into existence
And carried them into a magical substantiality