In the name of the king, the shadow I invoke In the name of the king, I call for the wind In the name of the king, I summon the fog Come to us, the Priest of Now Silent Gods The Priest of Forgotten Rituals Let your fire light up the darkness Helping us to uncover the treasures At the bottom of the boundless sea On the desert coast and on the land I call for the wind, oh glorious beast I summon the storm, oh glorious beast You lift up the sorrow of eternity Amidst the rain and Thy many names Oh Lord... Send us the light of God's existence That in each of us has its root Xul is the deed, Xul is the thought Thus, this makes the one Which is great and before us He poenes the gates... Xul is the deed, Xul is the thought... I recall you to this land of beauty I recall you to the gates of the ancient ones Holding in his hand the ritual stone Powered by winds Four elements And thus I dispere the clouds...