Spellcraft Moonfire — текст песни (Bathory)

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 winters 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.