Wanin' moon

Bal Sagoth

A Black Moon Broods Over Lemuria

A Black Moon Broods Over Leumria

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