The Tale Of The Witchlord

Текст песни EVOL - The Tale Of The Witchlord <br/> Moon...is black tonightSilence...is mantling every soundShadows...coming down the hillsFires...are burning in the clearingWitches...are dancing...ghosts around the potCrying...praying...summoning the Witchlord( )<br />&quot;Witchlord, come to us, thine servants &#039;till the end.Possessed by Evil, we&#039;re trembling for thy strength&quot;.Windblows...shaking the treetopsLightning...flashing through the (clear) skyThunder...frightening men asleepBlack shapes...coming out the potWitches...are bowing...boneless before the dark smokeWeeping...shaking...summoning the Witchlord&quot;Witchlord, come to us, thine servants &#039;till the end.Possessed by Evil, we&#039;re trembling for thy strength&quot;A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middleof the glade; A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as twohorns appear; A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with amortal stench.&quot;Kneel, my servants, I heard your sick pleas, the time has come to fight