I was riding...I, a King

And from the fog my own ghost did appear

Aboon mee a strange formation of clouds gathered over the giant Cromlech

Why does the mountains stand so great, sol silent

How can the night dethrone the day

Lo, Eminent Darkness cometh and her dress of eclipse shows unseen constellations...



A circle in the sky then open wide

And the Astral Traveller revealed to mee...



Let mee clutch thee Serpent of Stars

Be my meridian eke whenus thy torch's fire fadeth

Thou marshall'st mee towards the realm where I will be Infinite

I'll dream in a shroud of mists



I summon Gaelic Imperial Hordes

Clenching the hill in my iron gloves

Silence shall mute their laughters and screams

For death is silence and silence will be I