Текст песни Bal-Sagoth - A Black Moon Broods Over Lemuria
Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath
Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam
The moon slips 'neath the darkling 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 this frost moon rising
I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black gulfs
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
There 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 wizards' 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 the 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 the 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 hill's 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
