The Conjuration by Michael Kelly
Dr John Dee and Edward Kelly evoke Madimi to visible appearance, biting off more than they can chew.
Tracklist
| 1. | The Conjuration | 5:18 |
Lyrics
[Verse 1 – The Summoning Begins (Slow, brooding, stormy)]
Midnight creeps on slippered feet
Through corridors where silence bleeds.
The candles flicker, thin and pale,
Like ghosts afraid to intercede.
The chalk is dry, the lines are drawn,
A circle tight, a pact begun.
The scent of incense thick as prayer—
Two men alone, invoking one.
[Chant – Refrain, slow and solemn]
Madimi… in nomine Babalonis evoco.
Madimi… in nomine Babalonis evoco.
[Verse 2 – The Temptation of Power (Faster, urgent, drums rising)]
Will she give us kings and crowns?
Diamonds poured like midnight rain?
Will she strike disease to ground?
Break the shackles forged by pain?
Will she show us stars unborn?
Name the beasts that whisper fate?
Write the secret truth of love
On Heaven’s gates and Hell’s estate?
[Chorus – Chant repeats, now with thunderous rhythm]
Madimi… in nomine Babalonis evoco!
Madimi… in nomine Babalonis evoco!
Madimi… in nomine Babalonis evoco!
[Bridge – The Arrival (Sudden crash, guitars wail in)]
And then—
The wind goes still.
The house inhales.
A single spark...
And the heavens fail.
Like a comet kissed with sin,
She tears the veil and dances in!
[Verse 3 – The Chaos Made Flesh (Wild, anarchic energy)]
With purple hair like shattered stars,
A smirk to wound, a wink to scar.
Stockings torn like ancient scrolls,
A skirt too short for papal souls.
She leans like laughter wrapped in flame,
The trickster child with many names.
But oh—those eyes! They blaze, they burn—
They hold a truth the stars unlearn.
[Silence – brief, theatrical pause]
(Spoken, quiet and deadly playful)
“Come on, boys… let’s rock.”
[Finale – Instrumental Explosion]
(Guitars scream, drums thunder, strings fly wild)
(The chant returns in background vocals—faster, layered, ecstatic)
Madimi! Madimi! EVOCATE! EVOCATE!
(Piano hammers a descending spiral of madness and glory)
(Wailing solo tears open the skies)
(Everything crashes into a final crescendo—one final, echoing invocation...)
[Whispered, fading into black]
In nomine… Babalonis… evoco…
Credits
Words and Music by Michael Kelly
License
CC BY-NC-ND 3.0. See the Creative Commons website for details.
Born in 1965, lived through the magnificence of the 1970s, bands such as Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, flourished with the advent of punk, loved the excessive rock operas of Jim Steinman.
Now a writer of myth, fantasy, magic and erotica, and a performing magician on the wild and macabre side, all of which bleeds into my music, heavily influenced by Steinman and occasional nightmarish folk ballads.