Herodias and I have led a phantom cavalcade   Through veiled and pagan history where superstitions reigned   And Christendom sought to pervert, but poets of my name   Sang of penumbral victories that sorcery had claimed    The Graal and mighty Caliburn as votive offerings    To an England rearisen under vast magestic wings      These are the shores whereto my soul   Blood drenched and unredeemed    Shalt seek solace in secrets told    Through the whispers of a dream      From the woods Pendragon-born, I rose Arcturius   A proud, audacious king mantled in the   Vehemence of lust   Death and destiny undaunted me, I drew a throne divided   In awe of the glorius battles won, my dark Goddess provided   Then treachery, a wingless beast, came crawling to my court   And now i lie at cursed Camlann, from wounds a   traitor wrought.      I fear the Augean light    is sweeping through Camelot   How bittersweet my triumphs seem,   Now aumtumnal leaves succumb to frost   Morganna art thou near me?   Languid, I wend my path to grave   Cast my sword to the sulphyd grasp   Of the naiad neath the silvered lake   When waters stirred lay silent   Mistress let the mists descend   Thy tears cannot thaw Death's cold heart   His sombre gaze defies legend   More so than thine, else thy dew-lidded eyes   Art for the Banshees song   Or our souls entwined like vein upon   The haunted shores of Avalon      The haunted shores of Avalon      Bury me in velvet deam   Lest I unduly wake   And seek to reconcile my thirst   With the cowardly tailors of my fate   Unleash mastiffs of snarling night    To overthrow, plauge and burn   As slumber lures me 'mongst the dead   To scheme of my return      Archaic ghostly echoes breathe like thunders of the   Storm   A tempest fools miscall divine as they crouch await   ing dawn   Their ignorance has forged for me over   centuries a sword   Burnished to flash like lightning on the precipice of   War   The wolves are dead in Albion whilst the   Passive flocks roam free   This my penetrant spearhead shalt pierce the foul,   trespassing breeds.      I have awoken from the past   glenfully with the shadows over England's bitter skies   i prize mine wounds in a soil sweated drink   remember me as king when i cradle Hell to stars   like lovers in my arms, nestled vipers to my breast   venom forces work these arts of Devil's and priestess   thus i shall rule anew through sinews of a song   played upon the storm by the ghosts of Avalon   and all in league will bow to me   from death they shall ascend   to whisper weals of war, to stir the dark force in men....   the principle black metal masterplan