Gowns of fiendish beauty-decaying, curved sharp nails   Prince of evil's hags-hovering on thin air   Circle the ancient-caulderon of summoning   Mumbling the infinite dark hex      "Goat-headed father, raven on left, wolf at your right   Asmodeus & Zabulon"   Into our lungs we will inhale this night      The battle-cry of men   The screams in the living woods   It echoes in the valley   Yet the darkness remains mute      The surreal touch between steel & flesh   Invoked, between them, a tragedy of odour & liquids   A harmony conceived by drops of tears & blood      The outcome of the spell   It weaves a cloak of darkness   Which will harvest the new leader   The sweet whispers of betrayal      The night is drenched in mist and in the smell of battlefield   The ice cracks open from the dazzling smell of agony   His tragedy-the fire will burn forever in his veins   The wounds of flesh & soul will leave the-melancholic stains   Crippled, yet alive-stay you to be the teacher of the arts   "We condemn you to eternal enmity"!      With heavy armour and two-handed swords   The summoned fury of spelled-blinded hordes   As if it is in slow motion-sky as earth   Trembling under the hooves      The outcome of the spell   It weaves a cloak of darkness   Which will harvest the new leader   The sweet whispers of betrayal