By a route obscure and lonely...haunted by ill angels only,

where an eildon, named night, on a black throne reigns upright



I have reached these lands but newly from an ultimate dim Thule

from a wild weired clime that liethsublime,out of space, out of time



By the dismal tarns and pools where dwell the Vampires

by each spot the most unholy in each nook most melancholy

there the traveller meets Aghast sheeted memories of the past

shrouded forms that start and sigh as they pass the wanderer by