Sorcery stands 'tween the two
balancing, yet serving cold
A dance amongst powers low and high
A stance of boldness from mountain to sky

When shadows fall and do not rise
know ye then, the time is nigh
Years shall pass, a silent war
of cold and shade and evermore

Decide ye must, on which to serve
Shadows permanence or Mother Earth
In so doing remember your path
or suffer always, destiny's wrath

Across the veil, entering shadow's realms
cold of touch, worse than hell
While in this place, no change shall come
age ye not, until the rising sun.

Eternity shall shudder in all its realms
Dimensions shattered, fractured unto hell
Above and below may wither and bleed
In their downfall, shall be a seed.

A seed of eons that shall ever last
where all is nothing, forever future, forever past
Enter ye now, unto this Place
of Twlight's Domain ...the shadows of dread.