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I was riding...I, a King And from the fog my own ghost did appear Aboon mee a strange formation of clouds gathered over the giant Cromlech Why does the mountains stand so great, sol silent How can the night dethrone the day Lo, Eminent Darkness cometh and her dress of eclipse shows unseen constellations... A circle in the sky then open wide And the Astral Traveller revealed to mee... Let mee clutch thee Serpent of Stars Be my meridian eke whenus thy torch's fire fadeth Thou marshall'st mee towards the realm where I will be Infinite I'll dream in a shroud of mists I summon Gaelic Imperial Hordes Clenching the hill in my iron gloves Silence shall mute their laughters and screams For death is silence and silence will be I From Letras Mania