Like a cloak of black velvet the night covers the land Protecting the black welcomes the creatures banished by men Deathlike silence crawls through the veins of the dark forest Through the boughs of the trees the blackened nightsky gleems
The knowledge of existance of black magic Let's them groan expectant Only some animals are feeling The omens of the coming witching hour
Floating clouds in the sky give the fullmoonlight a mystic look After a while two dragonwings are building The cupola of this magic place His breath hides the arrival like an opaque fog Spellfilled the sulphuric air vibrates
A second later witches and warlocks Are dancing in a circle of burning thoughts Ancient trees are bordering the mephisto waltz
The devil's eye beyond the forbidden scenery Is watching over the children of the night Ecstatic twitched bodies Are wriggling under stars burning up Again and again The horns of propagation are fusing With the witches wombs
Tonguelike flames are lickering The hidden points of lust Breathfountains of the exhausted Are condensing in the icecold air Of the witching nightsky
Without any notion The mankind oversleeps this orgiastic Celebration
The 12th hour is the term of the demonic procreation By an eruption of sperm and blood The eye is shut satisfied
In the 13th hour the new procreated are leaving the protecting shells All stillborn find their way back into the diabolical throat
Being the essence of the master's existance By a sign of the sixfingered claw The witchcraft has been stopped the air is mixed with the smell Of sexual intercourse and silence
Unable to move The crowd is waiting Because a shadow Is wandering through the rows
Lying on the face of a young witch The shadow's fingers caress her body She feels them like a breeze Between her virgin thighs
Her mouth starts moaning Until she screams because of her lust But she still doesn't know She is screaming her sentence of death
Her body is burning Until a statue of ash
Is the last evidence of her former existance By satan's breath the icon breaks up And a million pieces spread over the ground Not before this the night discharges Their children from the devil's service Until he calls to worship againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
