Circle Of The Castrian Mountains
"
The southern circle elevates the pentagram…"
Into the blackest night through perpetual fields so deep.
Emperor goat in the fog chanting to me.
Blowing so infernal cold with
Hades winds
I rode…
Mayhemic storms of reap that slowly occult our sight.
In this cryptic silence
I march, crossing abysmal fjords.
Searching the sign of the horns, coven of acheronian fantasies…
Sabbaotic fivte of apocryphal winter spells.
Plays the high priestess,
I raise left hand…
The sabbat.
The goat mistress appeared on nocturnal moon wings.
Seduced me with a mystical serenade, her demoniac breath
I felt.
Drink the wine from her mouth, her tongue wraps mine…
On this long winter night, gather wolves on the
Castrian
Mountains. "…
And behold the
Ancients' rising!"
