Meeting of the five wise
Alone when winter's done
The circle convenes amongst the monolith
Five priests shall stand
To summon the blackened one
The essence clutched in his grip

The dark one manifests
Smoke across the land
Eyes glowing like fire
He takes a long breath
Turns to the wise man
Follow the left hand

The left hand pass!

Smoke fills each of their lungs
Demons descend from above
The king now sits on his throne
Until the whole world is stoned