Three days journey in the snow, climb up the mountain. High above, in the clouds, it is hidden. An altar fashioned out ov stone by the ancients. I am seeking that which is forbidden. Summoning the black winds. Possessing flesh and bone. Giving voice to darkness. Returning to the throne. Such clarity ov mind as the mighty gale burst forth from my lungs. All my hindrances replaced with perspective my rebirth has begun. Summoning the black winds. Possessing flesh and bone. Giving voice to darkness. Returning my throne. Summoning the black winds. Speaking through my tongue. Summoning the black winds. The voice ov evil comes.