To seize the Night      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.