Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments, wolfThe 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
Shimmers of black in the massing dark,
MoonThe wraiths have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid night descend,
To the ride the slimeEnshrined in ice and witches' spells,
And silence falls on the marble walls. By the eldritch glow of black moonfire,
The forstBrooding shades rise forth from the nightA black tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate. Shimmers of black in the massing dark,
MoonThe wraiths have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid night descend,
To ride the slimeEnshrined 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 eonThe whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark time
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 moonI have supped deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming garlanded marble,
A single strand of glimmering gossamer.
Beneath the vaults of shadowI 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 stormEnsorcelled by eonDark 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 sloeThe moon gleaming upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the veil of NorthThe 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 circleBrood 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,
MoonThe wraiths have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid night descend,
To ride the slimeEnshrined 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.
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