Bal Sagoth At The Altar Of The Dreaming Gods Lyrics

At The Altar Of The Dreaming Gods Lyrics

Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath,
Old land's enchantments,
wolf-eyes agleam,
The moon slips 'neath the darkening sea,
The trees sing
enthralling chants as the old gods dream...
As a black moon broods over
Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels,
Sinistrous
shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian eyes
glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist...
Shimmers of black in the
massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have
gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian steel,
The
shades of pallid night descend,
To the ride the slime-flecked jewelled
halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches' spells,
And silence falls on the
marble walls.
By the eldritch glow of black moonfire,
The forst-shrouded
trees whisper of silent paths,
Brooding shades rise forth from the
night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends erupts from the ebon
gate.
Shimmers of black in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens upon my
tongue,
The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak,
My soul encased in
antediluvian steel,
The shades of pallid night descend,
To ride the
slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches' spells,
And
silence falls on the marble walls.
Winter moonlight gleams through crooked
boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian
Tower,
The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark
time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black
Moon...
And in the dark ethereal mists of winter dreams,
The ebon waters
of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon,
And the Valley of the Silent
Paths beckons...
Slumbering upon the throne of moon-caressed ice,
I have
supped deep the draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the gleaming
garlanded marble,
A single strand of glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the
vaults of shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that burns like the black
heart of night.
In brooding and sombre visions I hear cries,
Enthralling
cries 'neath the frost moon rising
I hear the slithering of forces that
seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark and silent places...
The
whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the softest
breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled
spires to the stars.
The is witchcraft in the moon,
And brooding silence
reigns over the woods.
My storm-forged sword (stained with the blood of a
thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by eon-veiled incantations.
Dark
wizzards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black roses draw my
blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous
embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon gleaming upon their ivory
bosoms,
And descend into the still, icy waters of the lakes.
Beyond the
veil of North-Winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind
whispering across the everlasting snows...
My slumber is as light as a
wolf's.
Serpents coil entempled ramparts
Of sunken jewelled
cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are roaming
The temples of the heather
gods.
Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth,
The circle-without-end
burns bright,
Brood o'er the far night's distant vale,
And shifting
heather hills wandering light.
Like snow that falls on the sea,
Like
smoke that rides upon the breeze,
Like hoarfrost that melts before the
sun,
Now silence broods over Lemuria...
Shimmers of black in the massing
dark,
Moon-frost glistens upon my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered
beneath the oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian steel,
The shades of
pallid night descend,
To ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls,
Enshrined
in ice and witches' spells,
And silence falls on the marble
walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom
ahchami."
As a black moon broods over Lemuria.
(Lyrics: Byron,
Music: Jonny)