Nightmist on the lake of Llewellyn

Dark arts in the absence of light

Midst surrounding mountains howls the wind

Ancient sings of revelations

Dark riders on the fields at night

A restless soul undeceased

A tomb lies open in the cryptic light

Ol' lord he's awaken and there's hell to wait

Ancient secrets of Pendragon will befall

All prayers will fade away in futility

An ensing of old order

A pilgrim of black magistry

He has slumbered now

Past centuries

All spry and dreamless

Paralyzed in Alchemical sleep

No prison can withhold him now

No more

Arcane arts

In his mind he wanders in the wilds

His signet is the cross of roses

And all emblems of foul sorcery

Now is the time of cosmic alignment

Constellations will be correct

An occult ritual to release the powers

Of thy lord below shall soon prevail

All sacrificial

Sorceries have now been concealed

Following this night he'll live now forever

Spawn into an infinite existence

An altar cast with a symbol of evil

A burning star in a pentacle form

In the gloom of a myriad candles

Our heads all swimming in Alchemical fumes

All hail now to the lord of the deeps

At long last the ritual is complete

A houndred-faced demon

And an arcane deathrite

All this now left astern

By surprising suspend

Site of ritual scorched away

In conflagration

Vague memories and ashes

Is all that remains

Now deceased unprecedented

He's back in his grave

In his eyes an expression

Of terrible violent fear

Old heired mausoleum

In its all twisted brilliance

A vile crimson thorn of death

Pierced through his heart