Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath
Old land’s enchantmentswolf-eyes agleam
The moon slips ’neath the darkening sea
The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream…
As a black moon broods over lemuria
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels
Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods
Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist…
Shimmers of black in the massing dark
Moon-frost glistens upon my tongue
The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak
My soul encased in antediluvian steel
The shades of pallid night descend
To the ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls
Enshrined in ice and witches’ spells
And silence falls on the marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of black moonfire
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of silent paths
Brooding shades rise forth from the night-dark sea
A black tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate.
Shimmers of black in the massing dark
Moon-frost glistens upon my tongue
The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak
My soul encased in antediluvian steel
The shades of pallid night descend
To ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls
Enshrined in ice and witches’ spells
And silence falls on the marble walls.
Winter moonlight gleams through crooked boughs
The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled obsidian tower
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds
Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled gate of the black moon…
And in the dark ethereal mists of winter dreams
The ebon waters of enlightment gleam ’neath the black moon
And the valley of the silent paths beckons…
Slumbering upon the throne of moon-caressed ice
I have supped deep the draught of white vapours
Shimmering upon the gleaming garlanded marble
A single strand of glimmering gossamer…
Beneath the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs
I see the fire that burns like the black heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I hear cries
Enthralling cries ’neath the frost moon rising
I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black guffs
In the dark and silent places…
The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams
Of silken shadowsand the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean templesraising jewelled spires to the stars.
The is witchcraft in the moon
And brooding silence reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes)
Ensorcelled by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards’ spells entwine me in ravening shackles
And black roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent’s tooth…
I fall into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches
The moon gleaming upon their ivory bosoms
And descend into the stillicy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of north-windsI await the emissaries of the tyrant
The wind whispering across the everlasting snows…
My slumber is as light as a wolf’s.
Serpents coil entempled ramparts
Of sunken jewelled cities
Wolves of winter’s moon are roaming
The temples of the heather gods.
Great worm whose tail rests in it’s mouth
The circle-without-end burns bright
Brood o’er the far night’s distant vale
And shifting heather hills wandering light.
Like snow that falls on the sea
Like smoke that rides upon the breeze
Like hoarfrost that melts before the sun
Now silence broods over lemuria…
Shimmers of black in the massing dark
Moon-frost glistens upon my tongue
The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak
My soul encased in antediluvian steel
The shades of pallid night descend
To ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls
Enshrined in ice and witches’ spells
And silence falls on the marble walls.
’r’acan ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami.’
As a black moon broods over lemuria.