At the Altar of the Dreaming Gods lyrics

Artist  : Bal Sagoth 
Song : At the Altar of the Dreaming Gods
 








  
 
 
 
 
 
 
  








Dark baleful shades astride the mystic
heath,
Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes
agleam,
The moon slips 'neath the darkening
sea,
The trees sing enthralling chants as the
old gods dream...
As a black moon broods over
Lemuria,
Ebon witchfire enshrouds the gleaming
citadels,
Sinistrous shadows rise from the
vaults of the dreaming elder gods,
Ophidian
eyes glimmer through the icy whispering
moon-mist...
Shimmers of black in the massing
dark,
Moon-frost glistens upon my
tongue,
The wraiths have gathered beneath the
oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian
steel,
The shades of pallid night
descend,
To the ride the slime-flecked
jewelled halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches'
spells,
And silence falls on the marble
walls.
By the eldritch glow of black
moonfire,
The forst-shrouded trees whisper of
silent paths,
Brooding shades rise forth from
the night-dark sea,
A black tide of fiends
erupts from the ebon gate.
Shimmers of black
in the massing dark,
Moon-frost glistens upon
my tongue,
The wraiths have gathered beneath
the oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian
steel,
The shades of pallid night
descend,
To ride the slime-flecked jewelled
halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches'
spells,
And silence falls on the marble
walls.
Winter moonlight gleams through crooked
boughs,
The icy caress of night entwines the
eon-veiled Obsidian Tower,
The whisperings of
ancient tongues are borne upon the winds,
Dark
time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled
Gate of the Black Moon...
And in the dark
ethereal mists of winter dreams,
The ebon
waters of enlightment gleam 'neath the black
moon,
And the Valley of the Silent Paths
beckons...
Slumbering upon the throne of
moon-caressed ice,
I have supped deep the
draught of white vapours,
Shimmering upon the
gleaming garlanded marble,
A single strand of
glimmering gossamer...
Beneath the vaults of
shadow-haunted tombs,
I see the fire that
burns like the black heart of night.
In
brooding and sombre visions I hear
cries,
Enthralling cries 'neath the frost moon
rising
I hear the slithering of forces that
seethe serpentine in black guffs,
In the dark
and silent places...
The whisperer in crystal
speaks in dreams,
Of silken shadows, and the
softest breath of dark enchantment.
Of ancient
cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the
stars.
The is witchcraft in the moon,
And
brooding silence reigns over the woods.
My
storm-forged sword (stained with the blood of a
thousand slain foes),
Ensorcelled by
eon-veiled incantations.
Dark wizzards' spells
entwine me in ravening shackles,
And black
roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as
serpent's tooth...
I fall into the rapturous
embrace of sloe-eyed witches,
The moon
gleaming upon their ivory bosoms,
And descend
into the still, icy waters of the
lakes.
Beyond the veil of North-Winds, I await
the emissaries of the tyrant,
The wind
whispering across the everlasting snows...
My
slumber is as light as a wolf's.
Serpents coil
entempled ramparts
Of sunken jewelled
cities,
Wolves of winter's moon are
roaming
The temples of the heather
gods.
Great worm whose tail rests in its
mouth,
The circle-without-end burns
bright,
Brood o'er the far night's distant
vale,
And shifting heather hills wandering
light.
Like snow that falls on the
sea,
Like smoke that rides upon the
breeze,
Like hoarfrost that melts before the
sun,
Now silence broods over
Lemuria...
Shimmers of black in the massing
dark,
Moon-frost glistens upon my
tongue,
The wraiths have gathered beneath the
oak,
My soul encased in antediluvian
steel,
The shades of pallid night
descend,
To ride the slime-flecked jewelled
halls,
Enshrined in ice and witches'
spells,
And silence falls on the marble
walls.
"R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez
ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami."
As
a black moon broods over Lemuria.
(Lyrics:
Byron, Music: Jonny)