This is the eve of the new era a dark cold night of autumn breeze The last leaves fall to the frosty ground the pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds The whitches are gathered, a hideous coven in delirous tones, they are shouting foul mysterious words as they go through the gloom into the fire
A loathsome shape of obscene horror, squats huge and monstruous upon the ebon throne Denial of the god above The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance Denial of the god above Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues and then a wan grey flickers in the northern sky
Twelwe o'clock is the time of night that the graves are gaping wide They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil
A loathsome shape of obscene horror, squats huge and monstruous upon the ebon throne Denial of the god above The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance Denial of the god above Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues and then a wan grey flickers in the northern sky
The circle is forever closed, within the secret lie Together they leave this dimension side by side
Twelwe o'clock is the time of night that the graves are gaping wide They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil
This is the eve of the new era a dark cold night of autumn breeze The last leaves fall to the frosty ground the pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds the whitches are gathered, a hideous coven in delirous tones, they are shouting foul mysterious words as they go through the gloom into the fire
Twelwe o'clock is the time of night that the graves are gaping wide They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments The rites of th pentagram, tha dance of Acheron The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil