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