On this night of fullmoon
Black candles burn
Ancient magick runes
Proclaim his return
The nocturnal winds are howling in the trees
Whispering: "the desolate one shall return!"
The ravens have gathered above me
As i utter the ancient curse:
"amma i piad sa madriaax!
Amma chis pir, tonug!
Amma i adohi de piripsol!
Drilpa vovina torzul od quasb ilsi!!!"
