The Summonging of the Five Powers.

Upon the Dark Moon's pow'r

In God's own Darkest hour,

When all seems lost

The One shall say the

Spell of Words enchanted.

To sacrifice himself and

give up his Soul, to satisfy

Hell's own hunger.

More shall come after him,

to take his place

in God's Light Army.

Let the Angel's glory fall

upon my eyes.

May Air of the East,

Fire from the South,

Water ever-flowing West,

and  Earth in the North,

converge together to

give Life to the

Spirit of the Centre.

The End

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