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