Invoking the lords of storms from below. I stretch my arms to welcome the winds. Feeling their warmth wrapping my body. The wings of the storm darken the sky... Once more they are free... The elements emerge from the ground. Rising all around I feel their might. Howling and whispering. Phantasmic fangs and claws mesmerize me... And now sensuous forms surround me. Lifting me, I feel their touch... Throughout the night in pleasure dwelling. At the twilight they leave me once more. Waiting the return of abyssic winds... The Return...