Ynkleudherhenavogyon - Honan Bleydh II 12"

From rain whipped cove to the ominously silent woods and descending deep into azurite stained labyrinthine crawling mines below. As the wheels of time creak ever slower and their cycle turns back. This was the final conjuration upon that cove. The tides are turning....
SPYRYSYON!
BLEYDHES!
BOCKA DU!
KONUKYERS!
HEAR MY CALL!
Gather at dusk the great mass and hear the speech of elder wisdom. Copulate under an arcane moon and welcome pure majesty. A merging of fire with the elder dark spirits.
Omma my omassaya, pystri
Omma my omassaya, kerensa
Omma my omassaya, paganes maner
Omma my kothhe, ha decessya
Awaken in dream and drink deep the waters. Bathe in majesty. Be cleansed, be free.