Paroles de The Tale Of The Witchlord
Moon... is black tonightSilence... is mantling every sound
Shadows... coming down the hills
Fires... are burning in the clearing
Witches... are dancing... ghosts around the pot
Crying... praying... summoning the Witchlord
"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end.
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength".
Windblows... shaking the treetops
Lightning... flashing through the (clear) sky
Thunder... frightening men asleep
Black shapes... coming out the pot
Witches... are bowing... boneless before the dark smoke
Weeping... shaking... summoning the Witchlord
"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end.
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength"
A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middle
of the glade; A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as two
horns appear; A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with a
mortal stench. Father give me strength. Rise up your weapons and follow my dark sword,
children of darkness, bow to the Witchlord".
"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end.
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength".
Windblows... shaking the treetops
Lightning... flashing through the (clear) sky
Thunder... frightening men asleep
Black shapes... coming out the pot
Witches... are bowing... boneless before the dark smoke
Weeping... shaking... summoning the Witchlord
"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end.
Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength"
A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middle
of the glade; A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as two
horns appear; A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with a
mortal stench. Father give me strength. Rise up your weapons and follow my dark sword,
children of darkness, bow to the Witchlord".
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