The ancient woods...
the ancient woods are silent.
As the day...
as the day becomes the night.

I call...
I call upon the woodland spirits.
And chant...
and chant softly to the darkening skies.

My chants grow louder...
The woods...
the woods resonate with eerie song.

From the deepest depths of the forest,
the forest...
beasts of old awake from years of slumber.

Enshrouded by fog,
black magick and mist...

Twilight shadows dance in demonic splendour
to welcome the fullmoon rising...