…Three shapes retake their form upon a stormy heath And summoned their dark mother from the horror that lies beneath Risen from the blackness with all the furies of the deep Enraged with the sisters as out of their mischief, Her did they keep
The three she was expecting to summon her for her part To meddle in the issue with the glory of her art Amendments thus she ordered for the witches to see done At dawn of the next morning, The King’s security they would shun
Harbringers Of Wickedness! Prepared Their Final Kiss Harpies Of Darkness! To Cast The King In Black Abyss Oraculum Strigoi!
Within a magic circle, A potent mortal brew A Chant to summon Darkness, A Chant the Sisters spew Around the iron cauldron their poisoned entrails threw Grand Hekate is exultant! This day the King shall rue!
Still haunted by the spectre, The king doth felt the need To visit the dark sisters, as his questions they would heed He thus demanded answer to the prophecies foretold His voice echoed thru’ the walls of the cavern grim and cold
But the sisters remained silent, as the first omen appeared An Armed Head roared above him and lay Future in his ear His kin he had to fear, the worthy Thane of Fife His coming on the King, would cut like a sharpened knife
So the king resolved that the Thane he would destroy As a Second Ghostly vision, Rose as Hell’s envoy A Bloody Child appeared, to a prophecy held the key “None Of Woman Born, Shall ever bring harm to thee”
Just as relief was showing upon the sovereign’s brow A Crowned Child arose in warning, and joy did not allow
When the forest rose against him, The King should start to fear As it would bring his downfall..yet all remained unclear And Lo beheld in horror, Eight Kings all in procession Sons of his murdered companion, in his own succession The King was thus dishearted by this revelation As short-lived were the days…of his coronationTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
