Zuul.
At the altar of old flame
I have awaited his return
Amongst those offerings
Some writhing and wailing...
And I have again spoken
To cloudless night skies;
I have sent the sullen light
Deep amongst old planes…
And I have guarded the gate
And bound the Sebouillia
And dreamt the new form:
Azhke’t kha mu m’ort’e Z’uul’l.