Candles are burning upon the altar
when the caster rises a sword
splittering scream of agony
then horrible silence as the storm arrives

Magical forces of moonlight eclipse
conjure their mysterious Master
The ancient Berzemon has spoken
nocturnal rhymes of incantation

And they hear the sinister laughter
as the evil endarkens her soul
there is no blasphemous order
in the twilight sunken world