(Magus) Palace of six, of six thrice over, the Veil asunder spin, the age of sight begins.
And oh for he that bends the dark
So let me, let me show you the ever still remains of desolation,
let me, let me hold you, gracious born of no mortal kin or tainted liege,
torn between the world of men and sumer's keys,
to please the fallen, no unbelief, no fear of flight, or unconscious speech.

(Metatron) ES SUN DEY YA AY DUN SON. ES DUN NEY ADON SI ADON SOLAR HE NA HEYANOR HEYAN DEY YA

(Magus) For he that spreads disease, for he has fled the scene.
See these winds of ES DUNEY.

(Daemon of Distraction) THAL DO-RAK,

So they call me, once angel of Ophanum, now Daemon of DERAK.

Speak to me mortal, although you may be fair,
I hunger for the battleground, where brother fights brother, unfair.

(Metatron) YE HE YE.

(Magus) Oh his name so clear to me, and so right, to draw him closer,
unto this world, to question Entropy, to deliver his mind,
unfold the scent of oaken leaves, the rustic minds appeal,
the circle sealed in me,
as I clear my mind, summon light divine, he comes.

(Magus) HE YANOR HEYAN DEY YA

(Magus and Metatron) HE YAN NANOR HEYAN DEY YA

HE YANANOR

No more pain, no more feeling…