Mórin Spell

We have gathered here

Enough bones we have

Of Aëdr and of birds

Of Rhïan and of beasts

Pile them high before her

Upon the white stones

Xalah haïa Mória!

We bring her seven slaves

Take now the knife

Turn the white stones red

Hold their mouths open

They must sing the praise

Of she who eats the dead

Xalah haïa Mória!

Next bring forth the head

Of the chosen sacrifice

This one hath lain dead

For fourteen long nights

In cold unfertile earth

Place it upon the grey stone

Xalah haïa Mória!

Open now the iron cage

Unleash the Void-born within

We have lured it here

With promises of blood

Sing unto the black moon

The song of white bones

Xalah haïa Mória!

Place the daemon’s heart

Upon the blackest stone

Xalah haïa Mória!