The Summoning - Kryptos

Gather around, under the oak

The drawing of the moon has begun

There is no escape from the eyes of the night

Relent to the call of the dead

A pact is now made, the ritual begins

The master is calling your name

Hear the howl of the wolf, a cry from the dark

The kiss of the beast on your lips

The summoning, it comes from the hills

Tremble at the sound of the bell

Look to the heavens as the horror descends

The coronation of ruin begins

The Sabbath is near, the deed must be done

Your last rites are read, you are doomed

Demons surround the unholy one

A shapeless wraith from the void

Spectre of night, black angel of death

From out of the fire he comes

The summoning, it comes from the hills

Succumb to the sound of the bell

He calls, to you

The summoning, it comes from the hills

He calls, to you

Succumb to the sound of the bell

Spells of the old, the crucible flows

Manic shapes in the mist

Men of the cloth, the witch’s creed

Crystal Templars on ancient wings

Spirits of Earth

The marble throne

Violent mourn under the moon

A child of the sun

A fatal storm blows

The land is now in ruins

The summoning, it comes from the hills

Succumb to the sound of the bell

The summoning, it comes from the hills

He calls, to you

Succumb to the sound of the bell

He calls, to me

Succumb to the mark of the beast

He calls, to you

The kiss of the beast on your lips

He calls, to me

One with the lord of the night