Spellcraft And Moonfire (Beyond The Citadel Of Frosts)

Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...

Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft
Beneath a horned and waning moon
Enchantress, heather-bride a' dreaming
The beckoning gloom enthralls me
The Lord of Wolves haunts the forest
In brooding winter's icy rapture
Hoarfrost glimmers 'neath the moon
Sorcery opens fiend-haunted pathways before me.

Black Stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...

Enthralled by the evil lotus-dreams
Witches' eyes agleam with candle-flame
Nine Elven stones beneath the waves
Whispered spells in serpent-tongues
Gleaming sword in ice enshrined
Chaos-Throne witch-fire entwined
Marsh grasses swaying 'neath the moon
Dark spellcraft summons the Black Gate before me...

Icy waters whispering
Tower of Silence hides the shadow-key
Ember-trees haunt my fevered dreams
Moon-Bride, sing thine dark enchantment.

The moonless abysses of mid-earth
Black basaltic halls of night
Ghoul-plagued darkness, vale of fiends
Amorphous leige bloats and breeds.

Elder shadows writhing before the silvern gate of eternal winter
Dark shapes entwine the mist-veiled cromlech
Dynig torchlight gleams on silent black waters
Fen-wolves sing to the gibbous moon...

Arise from dreams, shape-shifting fiends
Dance madly 'neath the moon
To the pipes of bone, anoint the (witches') stone
Beneath the ancient tomb.