There are skryers

Seers of the ways of wyrd

Who face the damned spirits

And the Hellish vaults below



Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear

Will come and shall forevermore



When the Equinox arrives and the symbols are in place

Unbound the corporeal knots and wait

Wait until the vision is focused

And channel through what needs to be writ



Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear

Will come and shall forevermore



The deception of daemons, multitudes of angels,

Noble seniors, undreamed apparitions

And cryptic sights, even unknown landscapes

Must the skryer pour unto our plane



There lies hunger in thy house

Spiritual thirst in the world

The magician gathers his own

Be it material or ethereal harvest



"O'er the night-time winds which howl

O'er the darkened roar

Comes the whisper calling me

Enticing me to more"

- Ceridwen