Citadel Night Raid 

Mists gathered in wreathes
‘round the dead city
The full moon rides high in the sky
heart beating wildly
spells readied and waiting
to cast down a rival from his throne

Would you like my place?
would you like my power?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can try for yourself
you can try for your master
or you can become one of my own

The undead are close
eyes glow with corpselight
They strive to devour the heat of your blood
Nowhere to run
his laughter echoes
Fear gathers in the corners of your soul

Would you like my place?
would you like my power?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can try for yourself
you can try for your master
or you can become one of my own

His enscorcellment flung
in words oh so foul
Scattered like grains of sand on the wind 
moonlight eclipsed
In the magelight, he whispers
a eulogy for a foolish wizard

Would you like my place?
would you like my power?
cries the man in the shadowing hood
You can try for yourself
you can try for your master
but you will become one of my own

Inspired by "Marrakesh Night Market" by Loreena McKennitt 
From "The Mask and the Mirror" © 1994 by Quinlan Road Limited  
Used without permission
Lyrics by Wendy Lee