Standing in the mist high atop the darkest tower
Is a man who speaks in tongues, a man of hateful power
He chants into the darkness with a voice that echoes high
And beckons all the creatures of the night to come draw nigh
He weaves his magic with his words, and casts his wicked lies
And summons down the dark demons to come forth from the skies
The ones that came before us, the gods of ancient race
The treacherous that were overthrown and banished into space
Yet still they come to feed again when called unto the ground
To feed amongst the foolish race that stole their devilish crown
Within the circle of the stones on an isle thick with fog
The come to the man atop the tower amidst the bellowing frogs