Witch-Storm — Bal-Sagoth

Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown. Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell.

The skyqueen of the dead rides forth, black storm-borne steeds, (their flanks anointed by) immortal blood, Hark to the striking of the winds, the moon burns black as slaughter reigns. Witch-Storm!

Bright fires agleam through winter's night, Dark spells whispered on the winds, The trees enrob'd in veils of frost, Moonfire entwines the Eye of Khthon.

From the moon-swathed depths of winter-mists, Enchantress, she-who-walks-the-night-alone, Sloe-eyed shape-shifting sucubus, Silken veils and slime-smeared flesh. Witch-storm!

Storm-Witch, hearken this night, Hone this black blade with sorcery, Battle-spells annoint my flesh, Let blood and steel be my glory.

Elder tongues encarved in sinistrous slime-flecked stone, The Obsidian Tower broods 'neath the moon, Winged fiends descend from storm-wrought skies, Black Ring, key to the Shadow Gate, aglow with eldritch spells.

Forged in witchfire, envenomed steel, Ensorcelled blade, blood-ravening, Ebon demon's tooth, the bane of Kings, Red rain of slaughter, prow of blood. WITCH-STORM!