Invocation
Archaon
Let the darkness fall, arouse my soul
Unveil the mysteries of all past aeons
Out of deep slumber crawl
And reignite the Black Flame
Rise with the new Sun, descend
With the spirits of the Moon
Rebirth in screams of terror
A domain of pain
Moving with the black clouds forming
The twilight's heavens cross
Winds blows burnt pulverized bones
Yet the spiritual flame burns deeper
Devoured by them
Gasps in the nightly air seems weaker
As the darkness fall
Time's up
The time is now