The Summoning of the Hwiertwon

A dark and cloudy moonless night,
When all the world is fast asleep,
This is the time to rally your spite,
Conquer the earth in one fell sweep.

Summon to you the demons of old,
Ghouls and goblins, imps and trolls,
Bestow on them a touch so cold,
They feel your malice in their very souls.

Now under your dark and vile spell,
Robbed of their very will and mind,
You send them all back to hell,
Eternally tortured and confined.

A surge of power is produced,
A mighty, vengeful, cloud of hate,
Capture it with the sword of Druust,
Then mold it with your hate so great.

Use your force on darkness itself,
Open the dark depths so feared,
Unleash the monsters, mighty elf!
Wreck your havoc 'till Good has disappeared.