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H'n'H Drums

VOID OF NAXIR

In the twilight land of Inquanok
I search the door and isolate my mind
And in the wind I hear hidden drums and peeping of false flutes
The never cry of the ancient gods evil fires

which eternally burn carry my dark spirit
Beyond the great frozen desert
Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra
In the mystery of Kaos, to the altar of the law
I implore the magic stone
The stone of great cold, door of winter rain
I implore the magic stone
The stone of burning warm, door of summer wind
I implore the magic stone
The stone of hurried streams, door of dying sun
I implore the magic stone
The stone of whirling air, door of Equinox
Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra
In the mystery of Kaos, to the altar of the law
Four are the great portals and seven the stones

of those who wander in the sky
I hear the voices from the void
My mind is ravished by death
The ancient is still awaiting
And reigns of light will rise
What can wait eternally is not dead
I implore the magic stone
The stone of great cold, door of winter rain
I implore the magic stone
The stone of burning warm, door of summer wind
Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra
In the mystery of Kaos, to the altar of the law