Through The Gloom Into The Fire

Abyssos

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    This is the eve of the new era
    A dark cold night of autumn breeze
    The last leaves fall to the frosty ground
    The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds
    The witches are gathered, a hideous coven
    In delirious tones, they are shouting
    Foul mysterious words as they go
    Through the gloom and into the fire

    A loathsome shape of obscene horror,
    Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne
    Denial of the god above
    The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy
    Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance
    Denial of the god above
    Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues
    And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky

    Twelve o'clock is the time of night,
    That the graves are gaping wide
    They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat,
    With the infernal sacraments
    The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
    The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil

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    A loathsome shape of obscene horror,
    Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne
    Denial of the god above
    The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy
    Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance
    Denial of the god above
    Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues
    And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky

    The circle is forever closed, within the secrets lie
    Together they leave this dimension side by side

    Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gapingwide
    They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernalsacraments
    The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
    The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil

    This is the eve of the new era
    A dark cold night of autumn breeze
    The last leaves fall to the frosty ground
    The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds
    The witches are gathered, a hideous coven
    In delirious tones, they are shouting
    Foul mysterious words as they go
    Through the gloom and into the fire
    Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gapingwide
    They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernalsacraments
    The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron
    The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil

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