Versuri Arthemesia - Ancestor Of Magick

[chorus:]
"Summoned by the Ancestor of Magick 
in the Atmosphere of Misanthropy. 
The Cult of the Flaming Wind, 
the
Myth of the Mystic Mind." 
When the Wind Blows in the Dark, 
Listen to it's Feast on the Crying Land. 
When the Wind is Cold and
Freezes from the North, 
Behold It's Call to come Forth. 
Behold It's Call to come Forth!!! 
Eternal Shape of Khaos, 
Its
Element in Caressing Universe. 
Thousand Coloured "Wings", 
the Shadows on the Roof of an (En)Trance. 
Hidden in Obscurity and
Past 
are the Hands of the Creator Lost, 
but in the Darkness, there is  
the Knowledge of that Origin. 
Never see the Rising
Sun,  
cause it Reveals the Truth. 
[chorus:]
The Evil Whip in Its Tongue 
and the Smiling Red Eyes of HORROR. 
Dying, all
Them and Others too, then DEAD, 
Summoned by the Ancestor of Magick! 
[chorus:]
DYING!!!