Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, wolf-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 shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising
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 still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the
veil of North-Winds, I 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 its 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.
[Lyrics: Byron, Music: Jonny]