Wisdom survived through the years,

Of hidden things that dwell beyond.

Gathered from astral flights,

Whispered in abysmal depths.

Spells chants and magical bounds,

used by the lords of sorcey,

Rituals and incantations,

Destined to crush the bonds of time.

Higher mysteries revealed,

To those who practice the arts.

Those who delivered their souls,

To the undead gods of Night.

There are no secrets unknown,

No laws can bind their spirits.

For they posses the love,

Of the scientia maxima.