Ancient cromlech carved of ice

Etched against a glimmering sky

Beneath the pale moonlightthe witch enthralling

(like the sublime) scent of black lotus

Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays

Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam

The dark horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale

Shadows call in this bleak winter's dream.



I seize the throne round dagon's stone

Dark hordes arise 'neath winter skies

Forged 'neath the moonby skulthur's tomb

Blood-oath sealedby frost-veiled steel.



White flames dancing on the snow

The witch-fire gleams through northern skies

The frost of heather upon her tongue

Whispering dreams of atlantean spires

Ruby lippedmidnight tressedeyes as black as raven's wing

Flesh so pale as dawn-frost gleaming

Kisses sweet like moon-dew's tears.

Deep within the glacial ice-veiled temple

Ancient enchantments

Summon the shades of the dreaming serpent kings...

And the ophidian throne once again draws

Power from the moon-shrouded crystal...

Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle

And blood reddens the gleaming snow.



Storm-borne bride of winter's fire

Serpent-witch of the whispering fens

Veils of scarlet and sable

Blood spilled in the vault of night

Frost-garlandedthe mind-binding glimmer

Of tear-filled ophidian eyes

The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters

Nighted spells of the enchantress.



Scourge of angsaarwielder of the black sword

Immortal lord of darkmereserpent-witch ensorcle me.



Black sun... black moon!