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Ye spirits of forces, I call you

Now by the voices of him

Who is the first among you

By his banners

By his power and manners

Which binds you together by th claims of him

Who is mirk

Appear!

Don't lurk

Rise, appear !

Mortal to thy lamentation bow'd

We will hear against our doubt

Say, what wouldst thou find

Son of mortals, that thou risk to bind ?

Deliverance, alas deliver me !

Hark, we made our plea

Deliverance from the Lord of time and space ?

Forhet this dream and vide ! Her face !

Think of thy oath and the chronicles largesse

For this is the play of the mistress !