INTRO: In thoughts from visions of the night, when deep sleep falleth out of sight. Many a strange thing will you dream - though it is never what it seems
Denizens of sylvan places hidden from the eyes of man, courtesans with sylph-like graces dancing to the pipes of Pan - that echoed through the ether notes
One man - one vision, racial purity, madman or magician?A mystery to me, he who scorns the teachings of Blavatsky count the cost, there's more than superstition
Soldiers of fortune, kings of Hades, in our quest for power unite, black messiahs, devastation angels, gird our loins - prepare to fight: With weapons
Faustus begin thine incantations, take good care to draw thy circle true, by God must you prevail - for if you fail these demons make a meal of you. Your
I must admit I'm getting tired Of sitting on my cloud Well, heaven's not what I desire Eternity can wear you out So I get lost on busy boulevards Forget
power. Wives and husbands bring your kin. We?ll be as one within the hour. Let the Sabbat now begin. Come, come, come to the Sabbat. Come to the Sabbat
"You stand before this court, accused of heresy and witch craft. How do you plead?" "Not guilty!" "Guilty!" Our tongues they could not silence with
Take me to the swamp where all are gathered for the Sabbat,
Can you see tomorrows end? The spawning of a new God begins The cities been lost to the war. Enemy existence is all abound Death laughs, his begotten
Dazed on the edge of his world He looks on staring at his past life unfolding Sail away on the waves of despair Drowned within the tears that once cared
Soaring with the winds I'll rise Grieving with my heart, I cry Torn between the love I find Waiting on the other side Memories begin to fade Haunting
Evolution the greatest lie No answers to our past Indication of certain forms But only doubts are cast. Experiment. Could it be An interbreeding race
Broken thoughts which I have seen Stemming from my childhood dreams Haunted by surreal fears Culled from my yesteryears. With your last breath You'll
"I have wealth beyond measure- My treasures are words Forged by time in a tale of Such beauty they cry to be heard. Still a young fool was I as My story
Oh instrument of God force - Fed on ignorance and lies, So blind and narrow-minded That you cannot compromise. Even the most foolish theif Should know
Denizens of sylvan places Hidden from the eyes of man, Courtesans with sylph-like graces Dancing to the pipes of Pan - That echoed through the ether Notes
A sea breeze echoes softly It's song echoes through your mind, Leaves you thinking of tomorrow And the life you left behind. Come turn your head to face