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