In the cold chill of night, hear mournful wail... Apparition, creeping shadow which takes shape... the cry of the Owl cannot be ignored... when the Ankou comes, his thirst must be sated, hordes of phantoms, Labous an Ankou upon the nocturnal winds, Labous an Ankou, I seek to extinguish your fire, let the carrion fill my cart... haggard corpse filled with a fiery spirits of the darkness... Cain, cloak me in the robes of Ankou, let me take the form of the bird of death...
