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DREAMING OF ATLANTEAN SPIRES
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All witches fly to me...I have torn the veil of dreams,
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Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress,
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My heart is held in icy thrall,The horned moon's sweet enchantment,
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The Topaz Throne is beckoning, The jewelled sword awaits my grasp,
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The dreaming gods now grimly brood in The silence of Atlantean spires.
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The sky is black with chaos-fiends, Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings,
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Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.
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All witches fly to me!Witch of heather, moor and sea,
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Come lay with me as twilight falls,Grant me the black Elven sword
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And the draught of immortality, The scent of night about your flesh,
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Enfold me in this mist of lace, Your lips grow red by candlelight,
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My beloved is raven-tressed. The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
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Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings,Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
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Sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.And now the blossoms fade,
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Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes)
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The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips),
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This ichor of your kisses...Weave thy dark spells,'neath the bright moon,
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Witch-fire is glimmering throughSunken marble halls.The Black Gate opens...
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Blood sates the Ebon Blade...(lyrics: Byron, Music: Chris & Jonny)
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DREAMING OF ATLANTEAN SPIRES
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| Bal Sagoth |
