The leery visonary The shadows hail him prince Satan places thoughts in ode For the midnight kingdom His books are faded His valleys lay behind His valleys lay behind For the lakes Lakes of his eyes The abyss of his smile Anema mia leque facta est Anema mia leque facta est Anema mia leque facta est Alister the spirit of solitude A priest of the invisible Ignored by the mortal shapes All for his puzzling, intricate image star His one passive shore Silently powerful Silently powerful For his magical arms His invoking notes The blazing pentagram of his shame They nailed him in his ancient wound To eternal solitude But he designs into his void A quirk between times Artist now our priest Artist now our priest Artist now our priest