Circle (Eye of Ascension) VII Lyrics — Incantation

Thrice the lid of my eye enshrouds
Nucleus to a squall of clouds
Through torrents of swirling black
Outpour demoniac

A vision imbued by inaudible chants
Dimensional demons of air, grants
Greeting deep ones misting the flesh
Gives license to intermesh

Grotesque desire I'll forge
Within this storm

Ritual circles ... the mind's tendrils

Their eclipse chants the craft so clear
A vessel to traverse spheres