The cleansing fire

As candles burn into the night
I chant the summonings of ritual...magick!

The Arts of Death, I embrace
Gathered unto this realm, to summon forth the spirits
Of the Dead
Rise through thy summonings, I call unto thee
From beyond the unseen, yet clearly visible

These rites performed this night
A calling from the spirits that lie restless beyond the gates

I have placed my existence in your existence

I have served, I have been, I always shall be elite
Through ancient pathworkings and the arts of extreme being

The Arts of death I ambrace, your soul is mine
With ritual candles burning, never ending

Keep the fires burning, burning, burning...

May the dead rise and smell the incense burning!

The cleansing fire, I have been - of self-awakening, and of discipline

Through rites of the flames, I unleash the powers of the dragon
I call forth to thee through arcane ancient arts
Rise through the black smoke
Bringer of chaos, fire, and destruction
Unleash the battles, the craft of the elite
The crossroads to victory

These rites performed this night
A calling from the spirits
That lie restless beyond the gates

As candles burn into the night
I chant the summonings of ritual magick

Ancient Moon, Ancient Winds, Ancient Fires, Ancient Arts