The Poem's Evil Page

The silent willows keep the ancient stone Hidden behind that cryptic door Rituals of terror quake all the ghostland The bloody line now paints the cold floor The evil pages are almost written With the dark poison of flesh and bones Fire is raining on the grey mountains Waters are waiting for the last oath The way is open Now they are coming Called by the blasphemous words of the lord And finally the violent waves announce their arrival And blood will soon be painting the beloved lamenting Ocean The way is open Now they are coming Called by the words The words of the lord Ethereal harmonies spread through all the air The unreal calm before Elnor's end