In the twilight land of Inquanok I search the door and isolate my mind

And in the wind I hear the hidden drums and peeping of false flutes

The never cry of the ancient gods evil fires which eternally burn carry my dark spirit beyond the great frozen desert

Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra, in the mystery of Kaos, 

to the altar of the law

I implore the magic stone, the stone of great cold, door of winter rain

I implore the magic stone, the stone of burning warm, door of summer wind

i implore the magic stone, the stone of hurried dreams, door of dying sun

i implore the magic stone, the stone of whirling air, door of Equinox

Abyssus...

Four are the great portals and seven the stones of those who wander in the sky

I hear the voices from the void, my mind is ravished by death

The ancient is still awaiting and reigns of light will rise

What can wait eternally is not dead

I implore...

I implore..

Abyssus...