Before him in an aura of light appeared a being not of human breed
Pale as death, with eyes as dark as those of midnight ravens
In visions he now saw the ancient one enraged
The being spoke in a tongue unknown to him
But its aura was veiled in pride
Days of wisdom were to come to him and his tribe
Those not lured to weakness by light

(Voice of the old one:)

"Moonlight bright embrace thee
Forever she caresses thee
Free you eternally
Fear not children so true at heart,
Our powers shall protect thee"

Buried deep within the heart lie secrets of a distant past
The darkness in the old one's eyes was not like that of man
Within them burned a hope What was hidden? What wisdom did he hold?
A challenge for those of heathen blood lords and kings
Only pride remained as darkness fell on soil from which he came
As the old one moved closer he could feel the presence of his soul,
As that of nature itself
The flames in his eyes revealed a secret of what was to be

(Voice of the old one:)
"There must and shall be blood
Pain until the last drop
As night itself will sweep the ground
that I place my feet free of purity ever after
Until the night once again sends its breed