Hark to the rune of death Mage of past ages Bishop of the serpent race Eibon, tamer of the dead Cast your mighty spells once more For thy kingdom is at peril Summon the dead from worlds beyond The chaos spirits from alien worlds The fields that separate the suns Will engulf our land in blackness So send your magic through the mists And save us from destruction From the web of darkness Invoke the soul of the vulture And from the pits Saturn Conjure the locus of the Night Praise to the mighty Eibon The devious Necromancer Guardian of the 7 spheres Protector of the Dream World Praise to the mighty Eibon The father of our heathen race Powerful Daemon Master Destroyer of our sorrow