The Silent Invocation

In the shadowed halls where silence dwells,

A voice echoes through the gloom.

From darkness deep, a legend rises,

A healer's cry, a final doom.

Omega whispers from the frozen north,

Ra's light guides across the dawn.

Stars align in sacred form,

Nine points sing the ancient song.

A council bears the sacred flame,

Chalice in hand, secrets untold.

Staff of Askles leads the way,

Guiding through the dark and cold.

Nocturne stands, defying fate,

Breaking veils, bending cycles,

Greatest Sacrilegist, emanating truth,

His voice resounds in underground.

I am the healer, I heal the wounds,

I am the invoker of the rune.

Nocturne, the shadow’s bane,

Cleansing blood, ending pain.

Facultas Medicinae et Sanationis,

Sectio Purgatoria Chirurgica,

Through darkness, I wield the light,

Banishing evil in the night.

Great scholar, undead sage,

Your incantation, now a song.

Vanquish darkness, feed the light,

In your name, the Witch is gone.