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Les flons-flons du bal A grands coups de cymbale Et l'accordeon Secouent ma chanson Les flons-flons du bal Donnent un festival En dessous de chez

Then Dark Sorceries Shall Enshroud The Citadel Of The Obsidian Crown CHAPTER 1: THE VOYAGE OF THE SORCERER ??? THE WIZARDS OF VYRGOTHIA: Darkly bejewelled

Come, dark night... deep night, Sweep away the fading embers of the cruel sun, Let me at last dream 'neath the moon's sweet light, For the quest is over

Sorcerers and shamans, weave your spells of war, Ensure our mighty sword-arms are the strongest and the quickest. Entwine us with great battle magic '

Behold, the armies of war Descend screaming from the heavens The long aeons of tyranny are at an end Now, let the ninth millennium begin The Ritual of

THE WATCHER IN STONE: ...And I stand enthralled and silent atop the ancient, shadowed mountain, gazing in awe at the stygian, night-cloaked sky, as above

I stand engulfed by the moon-magic of a winter eve's dream, Enraptured by bloodlust, and nine fire-gems ablaze, I am beckoned by sylph-spells and the

[Doctor Ignatius Stone:] It was like some dark, dark dream. We had not heeded the warnings of the ancients, and now we would pay the price... here, within

All witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams, Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress, My heart is held in icy thrall, The horned