________________ Gather my children and listen well For this is now a tale I tell Of summer moon and wings of dawn Of darkest night and pagan song The man of sorrow with no name The fires of hell from where he came The dawn shall rise the scrolls unfold The cries of newborns never told The winds of hate shall feed the fear As deaths shadow looms so ever near With darkness shall the world unfold With wrath of hell and Raven bird