Void of Naxir

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
 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 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, I walk in the Tenebra
 In the mystery of Kaos, to the altar of the law
 Four are the great portals
 And seven the stones of those who wander in the sky
 I hear the voices from the void, my mind is ravished by death
 The ancient is still awaiting and reigns of light will rise
 What can wait eternally is not dead
 I implore the magic stone
 The stone of great cold, the stone of burning warm
 I implore the magic stone
 The stone of hurried dreams, the stone of whirling air
 Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra
 In the mystery of Kaos, to the altar of the law