Yours Immortally…
(专辑: Hammer Of The Witches - 2015)
Bedight, this pre-aestival Festival drew darkly near And our delight at its festival Was a
roar to rival loosed Fenrir Let the
Hellish celebrations begin Ragnarok is rolling, magma abrim The
blackest mass the
Brocken has ever seen Invoking Loki, smoking the
red weed We listen to the
Glorification Of Chernobog in a
fog of elation Denial is the
vilest form of blasphemy Standing on the
cliffs that kiss burning winds We are risen together Brazen, exalting, a
hiss of triumph rings I
am yours ...Yours immortally Tonight the
rites are right for raising spirits on The
Devil's Pulpit, The
Witches Altar The
dead will dance macabre To Chaos Magic psalters A
heavy thunder shadowing lightning Forged for Judgement Day Announces greater wonder, citing Heralds on the
starry way And I
held you like St Vitus As the
Sabbat Incept to play Before the
fever swelled to bite us And we were swept to waylay May Day Standing on the
cliffs that kiss burning winds We are rising together Brazen, exalting, a
hiss of triumph rings I
am yours ...Yours immortally Only those tortured Could profess such festive scenes And melodies Of raucous wrought debauchery No arthritic, sullen Goya For this fresh Walpurgis Eve Our flesh it breathes Full of fantastic symphnoies Witness the
fires reflected in infernal eyes That blaze, alive Eternal ties Have trussed amazing lusts together Procession, banquet, black mass, orgy If our world were to cease right now In the
midst of this Wide naked bliss, these started scared vows I
would break the
universe in two Just to side with you To face the
jealous heavens down Excite the
terse miscarriage Of first light that thirsts to slay This night versed with the
marriage Of you and I
And all who dare to stray