Shaman\'s horror delights demands.
The creatures stirring in the stands.
Are want to wander derelict streets.
The kinds they\'re forming in their sheets.
Misty mountains make their home.
They the ones of winding road.
Bless the spiral, bless the norm.
Bless the lightning, coming storm.
I dare bewitch thee, heart and stone.
The meager minds we winched, atone.