Spellcraft & Moonfire (beyond The Citadel Of Frosts) Lyrics - Bal-sagoth

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 winter's 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.