Summer Time

Hearken to me, beast of beasts,
Before the morning light intrude!
It is near midsummer-nights eve;
Our blessed interlude.

Call out my Fair Folk,
Call out the Hanninbaal.
Call them out with rustling leaves
And with the Siren's wail.

Come forth fallen Seraphs
Use the pixies as your guide.
Welcome Prince of the Dark
And your tear-stained bride.

Hobgoblins and Wyverns,
You must be there too!
Gather 'round me now my friends,
I'll tell you what we'll do.

As you know the time grows near
When we may walk forth again.
Creep through the towns and fields,
And become the humans' bane.

I spoke to our Dark Lord
This is a special year!
This is the beginning of their end
A millennium of death and fear!

To arms Fair Folk, to arms!
We will retake what is ours at last.
From the highest hill to the darkest trench,
From the deserts to the fields of grass.

So let us prepare in earnest
The apocalypse comes soon,
We will be given victory.
And for the Humans, only doom.