| Song | Habbanan Beneath The Stars |
| Artist | Summoning |
| Album | Nightshade Forests |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| In Habbanan beneath the skies | |
| Where all roads end however long | |
| There is a sound of faint echoes | |
| And distant echoes of a song, | |
| For there men gather into rings | |
| Round their red fires while one voice sings - | |
| And all about is night | |
| Not night as ours, unhappy folk, | |
| Where nigh the | |
| Earth in hazy bars, | |
| A mist about the springing of the stars, | |
| There trails a thin and wandering smoke | |
| Obscuring with its veil half-seen | |
| The great abysmal still | |
| Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light | |
| Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight; | |
| Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain | |
| That watches for the moon that long has lain | |
| And caught the meteors' fiery rain - | |
| Such there is night. …and caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
| If I am dead and gone, would you remain |
| In Habbanan beneath the skies | |
| Where all roads end however long | |
| There is a sound of faint echoes | |
| And distant echoes of a song, | |
| For there men gather into rings | |
| Round their red fires while one voice sings | |
| And all about is night | |
| Not night as ours, unhappy folk, | |
| Where nigh the | |
| Earth in hazy bars, | |
| A mist about the springing of the stars, | |
| There trails a thin and wandering smoke | |
| Obscuring with its veil halfseen | |
| The great abysmal still | |
| Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light | |
| Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight | |
| Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain | |
| That watches for the moon that long has lain | |
| And caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
| Such there is night. and caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
| If I am dead and gone, would you remain |
| In Habbanan beneath the skies | |
| Where all roads end however long | |
| There is a sound of faint echoes | |
| And distant echoes of a song, | |
| For there men gather into rings | |
| Round their red fires while one voice sings | |
| And all about is night | |
| Not night as ours, unhappy folk, | |
| Where nigh the | |
| Earth in hazy bars, | |
| A mist about the springing of the stars, | |
| There trails a thin and wandering smoke | |
| Obscuring with its veil halfseen | |
| The great abysmal still | |
| Serene. A globe of dark glass faceted with light | |
| Wherein the splendid winds have dusky flight | |
| Untrodden spaces of an odorous plain | |
| That watches for the moon that long has lain | |
| And caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
| Such there is night. and caught the meteors' fiery rain | |
| If I am dead and gone, would you remain |