You may not know me.
I am the cold snap in your heart,
The tornado to tear you apart.

You may not see me.
For I walk like a ghost in your lane,
Haunting you till you are no longer sane.

You may not hear me.
Nor shall your own screams last,
You shall perish in my deafening blast.

. . .

I am the Invoker,
More than ice or fire,
Pray I'm on your side
or your death toll shall go higher.

I do not come alone,
with forge spirits at my side.
The day too will be your enemy,
For from the sun you cannot hide.

Night is not much better,
The stars shall fall and burn.
Nothing can save you.
Not tangoes, salve nor urn.

...

You may think you know me.
For now you know my name.
But now knowledge and fear,
Are one in the same.