In a dark age, I walked among the tyrants Six we were - bound in a midnight trance Every night we would die together Restless and reckless with no destination but escape Time to go to sleep, soon the dreams will come Eyghon possess me, take me anywhere but here To where nightmares still walk in physical form Before they were imprisoned in the quiescence of the mind Drawn by the tenebrous spirits to the bacchan*ls of Achelous Gazing into the souls entwined in the rivers of Etruria Warriors of evil blood gathered in the depths Initiating the projection across countless morbid planes A circle of extinction amongst the silent stars Dormant in the darkness of rebirth Days of chaos, black magic and sorcery Feeling the surge of exhilaration for pleasure or gain Dreading the inevitable leap into the spectral rush From the edge of this timeless ritual Treasuring the moments eternal, hearing the somber sounds of the rain Recalling the premonitions whispered in the crimson mists of the dawn