This found in a glass case in Alastair Crow’s study, written in blood on a scroll made of the skin of an angel. It is obviously very old and very evil…

They fell

Weakened by battle and His Betrayal

Weakened, they could not hold their form

It must pass

Down down down

Into the Underworld

Such passion has no equal

It must return

With it they placed gates

It must return

It must return

Here here here

In this world

They will return

They will return

Their return they willed

Their return they willed

For when their power is greater

Their form permanent

They placed gates

Like falling stars they hit this world

They placed gates

Like rising shadows they will consume this world

Oh Servants, Find the Gates!!!!

Oh Servants, Find the Gates!!!

Oh Servants, Open the Gates!!!