• Don’t take me as a necromancer, for that I am not.
    For they raise the dead and I send them on.

    I walk between Life and Death
    Helping the living by binding the dead.

    I stand now in Death,
    A swift moving river
    Which pulls at my soul
    To rest beyond forever.

    I did not come here to rest forevermore,
    But to do the job, for which I was born.

    For in front of me stands
    A dark, hate filled spirit
    Seeking an escape into Life
    Now I prevent.

    I place my hand upon
    The bandolier across my chest.
    The tools of my trade,
    Seven bells arranged.

    Which shall I use
    To defeat the creature before me,
    Who seeks to cause harm
    To those I’m protecting?

    Ranna, the Sleeper, no use to me.
    For it dispels the weak and weak is not he.

    Morsrael, the Waker, shall be no good.
    For I seek to bind him, not send him into Life.

    Dyrim and Belgaer, will not help
    For speech and thought I need not give.

    Astarael, the Sorrowful, I shall not ring,
    For death to all it will surely bring.

    Saraneth and Kibeth, I do now wield
    For with Saraneth I can bind him
    And with Kibeth, control him.

    I ring them out loud, in wide circling motions
    Trapping his soul and sending him into death forever.