There are skryers    Seers of the ways of wyrd    Who face the damned spirits    And the Hellish vaults below       Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear    Will come and shall forevermore       When the Equinox arrives and the symbols are in place    Unbound the corporeal knots and wait    Wait until the vision is focused    And channel through what needs to be writ       Spirits come, they come, came in numbers yesteryear    Will come and shall forevermore       The deception of daemons, multitudes of angels,    Noble seniors, undreamed apparitions    And cryptic sights, even unknown landscapes    Must the skryer pour unto our plane       There lies hunger in thy house    Spiritual thirst in the world    The magician gathers his own    Be it material or ethereal harvest       "O'er the night-time winds which howl    O'er the darkened roar    Comes the whisper calling me    Enticing me to more"    - Ceridwen