Cirith Gorgor - A Twilight Serenade Lyrics
Through utter darkness we roamAnd we breathe the air of this autumn evening.So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with iceAnd we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing.The perfume to smell is full of enchantmentA warm secret surrounded by cold.And these woods are our own eternityUnder a starry sky in a dream so old.Then, nightfall, enthralled by bloodthirstAn eternal enigma, yet a hymn to thoseWho passionately roam, cloaked by the nightsky.Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh."Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secretRiding through the Air she comesLur'd with the smell of infant blood, to danceWith Lapland Witches, while the labouring MoonEclipses at their charmes."Our crimson quickening, whispering through their veinsLike the funeral winds whisper through the leaves.We will hunt them for eternity, our jewels come forth of their fearAnd we drink their spirits like wine, celebrating their misery....Every night we die in a passionate melancholy...