All witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress My heart is held in icy thrall The horned moon's sweet enchantment The topaz throne is beckoning The jewelled sword awaits my grasp The dreaming gods now grimly brood in The silence of atlantean spires. The sky is black with chaos-fiends Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs Sorcerers summon the shadow-kings. All witches fly to me! Witch of heathermoor and sea Come lay with me as twilight falls Grant me the black elven sword And the draught of immortality The scent of night about your flesh Enfold me in this mist of lace Your lips grow red by candlelight My beloved is raven-tressed. The sky is black with chaos-fiends Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs Sorcerers summon the shadow-kings. And now the blossoms fade Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes) The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips) This ichor of your kisses... Weave thy dark spells 'neath the bright moon Witch-fire is glimmering through Sunken marble halls. The black gate opens... Blood sates the ebon blade...
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