Void of Naxir

In the twilight land of Inquanok I search the door and 
isolate my mind
And in the wind I hear the hidden drums and peeping of 
false flutes
The never cry of the ancient gods evil fires which 
eternally burn carry my dark spirit beyond the great frozen
 desert
Abyssus, Draconicus, I walk in the Tenebra, in the mystery 
of Kaos,
to the altar of the law
I implore the magic stone, the stone of great cold, door of
 winter rain
I implore the magic stone, the stone of burning warm, door 
of summer wind
i implore the magic stone, the stone of hurried dreams, 
door of dying sun
i implore the magic stone, the stone of whirling air, door 
of Equinox
Abyssus...
Four are the great portals and seven the stones of those 
who wander in the sky
I hear the voices from the void, my mind is ravished by 
death
The ancient is still awaiting and reigns of light will rise
What can wait eternally is not dead
I implore...
I implore..
Abyssus...