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Circle Of The Castrian Mountains
âThe southern circle elevates the pentagramâ¦â Into the blackest night through perpetual fields so deep. Emperor goat in the fog chanting to me. Blowing so infernal cold with Hades winds I rode⦠Mayhemic storms of reap that slowly occult our sight. In this cryptic silence I march, crossing abysmal fjords. Searching the sign of the horns, coven of acheronian fantasies⦠Sabbaotic fivte of apocryphal winter spells. Plays the high priestess, I raise left hand⦠The sabbat. The goat mistress appeared on nocturnal moon wings. Seduced me with a mystical serenade, her demoniac breath I felt. Drink the wine from her mouth, her tongue wraps mine⦠On this long winter night, gather wolves on the Castrian Mountains. ââ¦And behold the Ancientsâ rising!â
(Lyrics by JM, music by JA & DECAYED, August 1993)