Summer (Conjuration) کے بول

Calling forth the essence of the Ancient ones I seek knowledge unbound Sowing seeds beyond comprehension Answers yet to be found Beautiful skies stained by the Twilight The soil in my hands, Ancient, Divine Cerulean blue and crimson red She has been here since the beginning Imitation reality We are but slaves In this community Open our minds Let us feel Our true instincts Conjuring the Ancients Calling forth their names Evoking the Unseen I am sowing the ancient seed Ah... Summertime again I can breathe The fires of ancient times still burn Though hidden underneath I grasp the sun with my bare hands I feel its radiant glow Mother grins softly As the rain falls far below