As Mother Night casts Her velvet cloak
across the Basin's span
And plunges the dazéd diurnal world
into a stygian land
The burgeoning lifebeat of the wyrd
will stir in rousing song
And call to the Heart of Darkness those
who to its shade belong

The clarion clang of smelted steel
of darkened warriors' blades
permeate the canopies and
ring through dusky glades

The haunting lilt of fey refrain
as wiccans call to heel
the fae whose shadow-wrought mischief
in Night's embrace conceal

The dire hum of twilit druids
whose sibilant airs awake
the quick'ning life of the forest wyrd
of beauty consummate

And the lyric strains of bards' descant
wound through with dark-sung verse
unites to one grand harmony
the Glomdoring's strengths diverse

As Brother Crow spreads His ink-black wings
and squalls a piercing cry
While His murder gathers round and weaves
ebon lacework of the sky
The burgeoning lifebeat of the wyrd
will stir in rousing song
And resound with Viravain's final words
to grow and to be strong.