On the quest for higher things, temptation may rule supreme to taste forbidden fruits

But is the price still adequate if you need to get rid off the ghosts you'v once called?

Four red lines of fire

Right before my eyes

Build a squad around

A pale vague guise

Oh so rise, from a crayon circle

Trespass to the material world

Take my hand, assign your wisdom

Serve me now, and once forever

Candles gutter

As it takes a step

Out of the circle

Into my world

Exhalation fills the room

Etherealness materializes

Spirit under my spell

Obey my command

Pentagonal star

Referred to be your place

Fragments of creatures forgotten

Manifest in descending fog

Called once from beyond

To serve under will, my will

But saturnine eyes peek around

And search their prey

Unleashed powers strike

Against the invocator

Weird creatures of the dark

Ensnare my mind

Cold fingers on my back

Embrace my throat

Evil shape takes my wrist

Pulls me into the mist

A fierce fight in the gloom

Chaos up to loom

Between my mind and these beings

Brought into this world

Shadows turned into creatures

A close combat ignites

Hunter, be the hunted

Or master, be the slave

With a spell I force you

And with a whip I convince

I ban you into Nihil

I ban you into Nihil

Four red lines of fire

Burnt down to the ground

Five extinct candles

Are only left behind

Vanished back

Into a crayon circle

Witness of black

Spirits' assault