Witches whispering sorcery. Summoning their Master till
dawn. Gathered in a black mass before the altar. Where I
kissed the horned Lord… Sacred flames light the sabbat.
All united in the nocturnal ceremony. Apprentices vowed
for an eternal oath. As the ritual ends in lustful
orgies… I look into the eyes of the Baphomet. As darkness
embraces the full moon. The frost winds devour me. The
forest’s silence… endless night… I entered in the
jackal’s soul. Flying aside the Beast. On her wings
through the northern sky. To the valley of Jurafas I
behold… A force created by unholy vows. I acquired all
wisdom in cave Sibyla. And slept with thousand whores.
Whores that turned to silver serpents… My winter shadows
that glorified me once. With powers and sorcery. Now I
only hear howling echoing. A dethroned king awaiting the