Text: Elysian Fields. Arcana Caelestia.

...In midnight fog
The wolves foretell a story

The ones have passed the silver walls
And gaze beyond the grey horizons
Across the end... the end of light
The spheres are gathering so close

Dawn! Of witchcraft's glory
Night! The ravenous moon awaits
Sovereignty!
A vision of the bitter end
Declare to us the things to come

Descended from the unknown fields
And through the misty clouds
Their eyes are blazing in the dark
They own the secrets of the stars

Icons of obscurity
Bring forth the ancient thrill
The howl's spread the despair
Penitence is drawing near

Aghasted nightly creatures
Their heaven need to claim
Grievousness... Unholiness
Are about to be raised