Blood mist — Arise! The moon is old now Archaic procession of Hags of the first kin To cities long dead Where the Gods, dreaming Come through us Come through us Cast us Cast us Where the Barzai blade cuts the spheres ...to the Destroyer... Where Gods of fury breathe the war To Daat'h - Yesod Axis Cast us Cast us Where the Barzai blade cuts the spheres Waves of fire come! With the rising of the moon We paint our faces with sun Our eyes filled with blackness Winds spreading Ibn-Ghazi Now we take the form of our masters The soul leaps to the space between Shimmering beyond Gods await us dreaming Gods await us dreaming