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)