1. RICHES TO THE CONJURER

I've come to summon a
Symphony of his legions
I call forth a crown of eight so alluring
Bind men to my will

Honor me
With this you honor me
That I might find the answers in a song
Amidst the hellfire of your doom cacophony
Seekers of truth bow before
Lords of Jinnestan, I submit this body
Give me your legions
Decide this realm now must commit its mysteries

Bind men to my will
I'll soon find truth within my thoughts
Secrets in the wind
Whisper omnisciently, breathing
Enlightenment blinding me

Defiled shrines I keep
Run red with the blood
Of the demon king
Visions pervade my sleep
Bringing chaos to my waking eye

Riches to the conjurer, eighth king
Grant me knowledge
Teach me your secrets of the earth

Burning incense and howling with laughter
Thousands of servants jubilate in the path
Of Lord Paimon's exalted stride
They play the song that seeps
Into my eager mind

In the wake of the precious crown
Daemon legions that number twenty-five
The inferno song roaring inside
Burning incense and howling with laughter

The demon king inhales
The miasma of my offering
I unearth the dead to complete
The effigy for summoning
Supplicate the symphony
Of his legions in Hell

Riches to the conjurer, eighth king
Grant me knowledge