Dreaming Of Atlantean Spires

All witches fly to me...

I have torn the veil of dreams
Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress
My heart is held in icy thrall
The horned moon's sweet enchantment
The Topaz Throne is beckoning
The jewelled sword awaits my grasp
The dreaming gods now grimly brood in
The silence of Atlantean spires
The sky is black with chaos-fiends
Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs
Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.

All witches fly to me!

Witch of heather, moor and sea
Come lay with me as twilight falls
Grant me the black Elven sword
And the draught of immortality
The scent of night about your flesh
Enfold me in this mist of lace
Your lips grow red by candlelight
My beloved is raven-tressed
The sky is black with chaos-fiends
Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs
Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.

And now the blossoms fade
Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes)
The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips)
This ichor of your kisses...

Weave thy dark spells
'neath the bright moon
Witch-fire is glimmering through
Sunken marble halls.

The Black Gate opens...
Blood sates the Ebon Blade...