“Oh moon nourished haunters of dreams, who have tasted the souls’ blood of life, From the graves of Corpse-sleep from which ye emerge, from the pools of blood beneath the fountains of red sea, that emerge from the dreaming sleep of Azrail, Move now through the manes of the dead, they seek the commune of those in the warm flesh of the living. My shadow, as I build, calls forth the famulus whose spirit is the Djinn of the Noon tide sun, the fire of spirit later withdrawn in midnight honor. Moon hungering shade of the tomb, I summon thee! From beneath the city of Chorazin have your rested, yet though I go forth to the city of shadows, I embrace the darkness within and beyond!”
