Ancient cromlech carved of ice,
Etched against a glimmering sky,
Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
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 moon, by Skulthur's tomb,
Blood-oath sealed, by frost-veiled steel.
dancing on the snow,
The witch-fire gleams through Northern skies,
The frost of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as dawn-frost gleaming,
sweet like moon-dew's tears.
Deep within the glacial ice-veiled temple,
Summon the shades of the dreaming
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
Veils of scarlet and sable,
Blood spilled in the vault of night,
Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding glimmer
tear-filled ophidian eyes,
The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted spells of the enchantress.
Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me.
Black Sun... Black
[Lyrics: Byron, Music: Chris & Jonny]