Set the alter draw the shapes
For which the blackest evocation to take place
I see the moon hanging in loom
It castes a glare across the face of the room
Black and weathered, dark grimoire
The perfect conduit to summon the presence
Dark ecriture, lights up a blaze
Across the pages of blood stained and torn
The blackest evocation
Set the alter, draw the shapes
For which the black evocation to take place
Where the candles surround
They will be unveiled
Where the banner is lain
Darkness is my name
Where the candles surround
Evocation is imminent
Were the banner is lain
Offer blood and call forth their names
Where the candles surround
They will be unveiled
Where the banner is lain
Darkness is my name
Where the candles surround
They will be unveiled
They will be unveiled
Where the candles surround
Evocation is imminent
Were the banner is lain
Offer blood and call forth their names
Where the candles surround
Evocation is imminent
Were the banner is lain
Offer blood and call forth their names