From under steam'd and frozen mountain twinned

The echoes of prayer call from deep within

Through the shadow-black pillars of obsidian night
Between the gross broken towers of twisted blight

There lies an altar of rock, stone and unwoken fire
Before which, a thousand voices rise in exalted choir

Beckon the seven souls of their strange religion
To return and break our blessed condition

To throw the earth into turmoil and war
Through tomes of black and forgotten lore.

See as the gods of earth hear, and respond
They call the beast of the deep, and the souls from beyond

They call the last demons of the farthest West
And wake the Ancients from long deserved rest

They call the Prisoners, briefly setting them free
They bring man and child, saying "Come and See

"See the great Gods bring your enemies low
The ones that would wreck havoc and overthrow

Stand away, and witness power so vast
Wonder no longer who will be standing at the last."

So the Gods did gaze upon the mountains two
And silently rent them, through and through

They called down first the clouds overhead
And from them brought legions of mournful dead

They looked to the sea, and raised the waters high
They cried thunder from the sunlit vaults of sky

The sound did crack the first forsaken peak
And rent the sky with a fearful shriek

They called bars of light out of the empyrean overhead
And with sunlit swords sweeping, the second was shred.

When the rubble stood still, the deed done
The gods turned, and said as one:

"Listen now to the moans of the doomed
See the black eyes, dull and drained
See as the blasphemers are in death entombed
And by the rock, are forever chained.

Forget not this great and holy day
And remember our power,
Lest you lose your way"

And with that the Gods did vanish from sight
Back beyond the highest reaches of height
And left the world to marvel at their might