Our real lyrics

Man! I think we're going to switch over to a goth band! after i heard these lyrics! WOW THESE ARE AWESOME! (heavy sarcasm) WOW! AREN'T THESE JUST SO COOL! (i know corey will think they're funny, i laughed my ass off at them , i mean no... uh... yeah, THEY'RE AWESOME!)...

***drown in own vomit after realising last statement***



Lyrics Thanks to Norbet Remsei, who supplied me with the lyrics and story to both Starfire Burning Upon The Ice Veiled Throne of Ultima Thule and Battle Magic. A Black Moon breeds over Lemuria HATHEG KLA DREAMING OF ATLANTEAN SPIRES All witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams, Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress, My heart is held in icy thrall, The horned moon's sweet enchantment, The Topaz Throne is beckoning, The jewelled sword awaits my grasp, The dreaming gods now grimly brood in The silence of Atlantean spires. The sky is black with chaos-fiends, Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings, Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings. All witches fly to me! Witch of heather, moor and sea, Come lay with me as twilight falls, Grant me the black Elven sword And the draught of immortality, The scent of night about your flesh, Enfold me in this mist of lace, Your lips grow red by candlelight, My beloved is raven-tressed. The sky is black with chaos-fiends, Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings, Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings. And now the blossoms fade, Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes) The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips), This ichor of your kisses... Weave thy dark spells, 'neath the bright moon, Witch-fire is glimmering through Sunken marble halls. The Black Gate opens... Blood sates the Ebon Blade... (lyrics: Byron, Music: Chris & Jonny) SPELLCRAFT & MOONFIRE (BEYOND THE CITADEL OF FROSTS) Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft, Beneath a horned and waning moon Enchantress, heather-bride a' dreaming, The beckoning gloom enthralls me, The Lord of Wolves haunts the forest, In brooding winter's icy rapture, Hoarfrost glimmers 'neath the moon, Sorcery opens fiend-haunted pathways before me. Black Stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Enthralled by the evil lotus-dreams, Witches' eyes agleam with candle-flame, Nine Elven stones beneath the waves, Whispered spells in serpent-tongues, Gleaming sword in ice enshrined, Chaos-Throne witch-fire entwined, Marsh grasses swaying 'neath the moon, Dark spellcraft summons the Black Gate before me... Icy waters whispering, Tower of Silence hides the shadow-key, Ember-trees haunt my fevered dreams, Moon-Bride, sing thine dark enchantment. The moonless abysses of mid-earth, Black basaltic halls of night, Ghoul-plagued darkness, vale of fiends, Amorphous leige bloats and breeds. Elder shadows writhing before the silvern gate of eternal winter, Dark shapes entwine the mist-veiled cromlech, Dynig torchlight gleams on silent black waters, Fen-wolves sing to the gibbous moon... Arise from dreams, shape-shifting fiends, Dance madly 'neath the moon, To the pipes of bone, anoint the (witches') stone, Beneath the ancient tomb. (lyrics: Byron, Music: Jonny & Chris) A BLACK MOON BROODS OVER LEUMRIA 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.


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