I've lost my battle before it starts
My first breath wasn't done
My spirit's sunken deep...

Sacrifice, holy rites, secrecy and alter wine
Black candies burning lowto the meetings agains...

I'm wondering around what used to be
downtown wet and feeling cold and kinda feeling...

(Cyril Rawson/Byron Hill)

I know you well and I believe
You've got the strength, to do...

Master, sovereign lord
Of the great abyss, I summon three
Come forth from the burning...