The Tale Of The Witchlord

<br>Moon... is black tonight<br>Silence... is mantling every sound<br>Shadows... coming down the hills<br>Fires... are burning in the clearing<br><br>Witches... are dancing... ghosts around the pot<br>Crying... praying... summoning the Witchlord<br><br>"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants `till the end.<br>Possessed by Evil, we`re trembling for thy strength".<br><br>Windblows... shaking the treetops<br>Lightning... flashing through the (clear) sky<br>Thunder... frightening men asleep<br>Black shapes... coming out the pot<br><br>Witches... are bowing... boneless before the dark smoke<br>Weeping... shaking... summoning the Witchlord<br><br>"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants `till the end.<br>Possessed by Evil, we`re trembling for thy strength"<br><br>A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middle<br>of the glade; A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as two<br>horns appear; A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with a<br>mortal stench.<br><br>"Kneel, my servants, I heard your sick pleas, the time has come to fight<br>for your faith. EVOL, my Lord, send me to drive you, the storm of death we<br>will bring on earth. Thunder, Plague, Wind, Flood, come to my request,<br>Father give me strength. Rise up your weapons and follow my dark sword,<br>children of darkness, bow to the Witchlord".