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Enthroned In The Temple Of The Serpent Kings
Bal-Sagoth
Ancient cromlech carved of ice,
Etched against a glimmering sky,
Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling,
(like the sublime) scent of black lotus,
Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays,
Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam,
The dark horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale,
Shadows call in this bleak winter's dream.
I seize the throne round Dagon's stone,
Dark hordes arise 'neath winter skies,
Forged 'neath the moon, by Skulthur's tomb,
Blood
White flames dancing on the snow,
The witchThe frost of heather upon her tongue,
Whispering dreams of Atlantean spires,
Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing,
Flesh so pale as dawnKisses sweet like moonDeep within the glacial iceAncient enchantments
Summon the shades of the dreaming Serpent Kings...
And the Ophidian Throne once again draws
Power from the moonMystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle,
And blood reddens the gleaming snow.
StormSerpentVeils of scarlet and sable,
Blood spilled in the vault of night,
FrostOf tearThe gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters,
Nighted spells of the enchantress.
Scourge of Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword,
Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent
Black Sun... Black Moon!
(Lyrics: Byron, Music: Chris & Jonny
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תודה, המערכת תבדוק את הקליפ ותוסיף אותו למאגר
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