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.

(lyrics: Byron, Music: Jonny