summoned once more I am
these new worlds know not the witching woods of my fathers home, he calls
"In the name of Fyrtech io summon you Afyren to speak of the passing of time in this new England.
Be quaint spirit for time is evil and drinking shorts are the new evening wear in the hi lands.
Even my purple meths has frozen but the spirits keep me warm.
Afyren think only of burns night and caber tossing and come,
report of your deceased descendents"