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 heathermoor 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...