Into the Darkness thy spirit wanders through the opaque skies I ride. Unto the Ancient moon I offer my blood before the graveside.
Carpe Noctem, spirits of the night, from the Veil of AZRAEL. I gaze upon the grave sight, through soil and withered leaves. The voices of evoken spirits (of the deceased) speaks to me. I hear the voices of deceased souls as chants of demons ring... vehemently.
From the Darkness I come. The cold and dissonant realms I am. I am the night the calls out. I am the red eyes that stare. I am the dark sorcerer of funeral Summonings. From the Nocturnal winds of Necromancy, I call forth the dead... may AZRAEL animate the corpse before me. I consecrate the golem with blood, I summon the powers of night. Within thine funerary circle of High Necromancy I commune with shadowed spirits. I view what once was, what is and what will come, through thine darkened circle I gaze through the all seeing eye.