(Music)
Almost midnight.
Now is the time for the blurring of lines,
for the dissolution of time and space.
The witching hour approaches.
Perhaps you are listening from deep within the trees,
or perhaps from a distant cosmic shore,
or perhaps better, a dream.
But if this is a dream, better you dread the waking.
Irresponsible humans, did you think you could upset
the order of the universe and not pay a price?
Observe the room with no windows in which you dwell.
Listen, the eaters of the dead are calling.
(satic swells)
[Music]