Set the alter draw the shapes, for which the blackest evocation to take place, I see
The moon hanging in loom, it castes a glare across the face of the room, black and weathered, dark
Grimoire, the perfect conduit to summon the presence, dark ecriture, lights up a blaze, across the pages
Of blood stained and torn, the blackest evocation, set the alter, draw the shapes, for which the black
Evocation to take place, where the candles surround they will be unveiled, where the banner is lain
Darkness is my name, where the candles surround evocation is imminent, where the banner is lain, offer
Blood and call forth their names