Ancient Pact of Iron

Through argent smoke and sigil’s glow

The iron spirits writhe in pain

Summoned forth from the deep below

Through rites of ash and binding chain

The magus chants with fervent zeal

Inscribed in glyphs of ancient lore

His voice a key, the arcane seal

To bend the wraiths and bar the door

Through spheres of Netzach’s twisted light

They coil ‘round rods of mystic lead

In shadows black as endless night

The rites are carved, the spirits bled

Unseen currents of ether pull

Through circles drawn in serpent’s line

The iron bends to the witch’s rule

Chained to spells both dark and divine

From sulfur runes and fiery brands

Goetia’s touch compels them still

Arcane knots in unseen hands

That twist to meet the warlock’s will

The Tree of Shadow’s arcane roots

Extend through void and blackened sphere

To bind the damned and conjure brutes

To serve the rites of hidden fear

Aetheric veins of cursed blood

That pulse within the coldest forge

Where silver tongues and bitter flood

Invoke the dark and call the scourge

Their iron hearts enslaved by verse

In sacred bonds of secret flame

The arcane scripts, a muttered curse

That sears their forms with nameless blame

From depths unknown and realms of dread

The spirits cry in sullen thrall

For once invoked, they are not dead

But bound forever to the call