Terror of the stolen hearts
Dwelling with their sacred arts
Never ceasing to make sound
Yet they are forever bound

Hidden knowledge soon revealed
Darkened volumes truly sealed
Never meant for the blind eyes
Which only see the twisted lies

Within the candles' eerie light
The words of horror and of might
Come to life when shadows fly
And shiver as the lights pass by

Arcane spells and sacred rites
Are learned as the grimoire ignites
In darkened fire's fleeting glow
The high is equal to the low

Forbidden tongues of ancient might
Are spoken in the darkest night
Bending Nature to their will
Their words will be their own doom still

One day their strength will fail, I know
No aid from candles' eerie glow
No power gained from words of might
Just soothing touch of true insight