Necrodeath

In the twilight land of Inquanok
I search the door and isolate my mind
And in the wind I hear the hidden drums
And peeping of false flutes
The neverending cry of the ancient gods evil
Fires which eternally burn carry my dark spirit
Beyond the great frozen desert
Abyssus, Draconicus
I walk in the Tenebra
In the mystery of Kaos
To the altar of the holy law
I implore the magic stone
The stone of great cold, door of winter rain
I implore the magic stone
The stone of burning warm, door of summer wind
I implore the magic stone
The stone of hurried dreams, door of dying sun
I implore the magic stone
The stone of whirling air, door of Equinox
Abyssus, Draconicus