Moon Of A Wolferian Shadow
Witches whispering sorcery.
Summoning their
Master till dawn.
Gathered in a black mass before the altar.
Where
I kissed the horned
Lord…
Sacred flames light the sabbat.
All united in the nocturnal ceremony.
Apprentices vowed for an eternal oath.
As the ritual ends in lustful orgies…
I look into the eyes of the
Baphomet.
As darkness embraces the full moon.
The frost winds devour me.
The forest's silence… endless night…
I entered in the jackal's soul.
Flying aside the
Beast.
On her wings through the northern sky.
To the valley of
Jurafas
I behold…
A force created by unholy vows.
I acquired all wisdom in cave
Sibyla.
And slept with thousand whores.
Whores that turned to silver serpents…
My winter shadows that glorified me once.
With powers and sorcery.
Now
I only hear howling echoing.
A dethroned king awaiting the next millennium.
