Texty:
Sagoth Bal A Black Moon Broods Over Lemuria

witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams, Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress, My heart is held in icy thrall, The horned moon

pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black lotus, Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays, Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam

earth, Battle-spells empower me, The Throne of Kings, the summoning, Marble halls sunk 'neath the waves, Storm-wolves a prowl (beneath) the ebon moon

pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black lotus, Ahiling a black sun with ebon rays, Hailing a black moon as onyx agleam

the antediluvian Scrolls] Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by the moon's

the earth, Battle-spells empower me, The Throne of Kings, the summoning, Marble halls sunk 'neath the waves, Storm-wolves a prowl (beneath) the ebon moon

wraith-carved stone, Dark laughter echoes through the vaults, Black-winged, cruel as envenomed steel. In the Well of Black Flame, squamous shapes writhe, A