In starless nights of tempest, Thessaly's witch creeps out from her tomb The Levin bolt to seize Abhorred Erichtho No prayer she breathed, no supplication to the gods Her breath alone has turned pure air fatal Abhorred Erichtho Necromancy divine, necromancy divine, necromancy divine She loves to light altars with funeral flames She's brought the dead back from the grave Abhorred Erichtho She has buried souls alive, in control of their bodies She knows the homes of styx, dread mysterious rituals Abhorred Erichtho Necromancy divine, necromancy divine, necromancy divine First through his gaping bosom blood she pours Still fervent, washing from his wounds the gore Then copious poisons from the moon distills Mixed with all monstrous things which nature's pangs Bring to untimely birth Pestiferous leaves pregnant with magic chants Blades of grass which in their primal growth Her cursed mouth had slimed Last came her voice more potent than all herbs To charm the gods who rule in lethe Necromancy divine, necromancy divine, necromancy divineTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
