A place obscure, ghastly, silent
Where darkness dwells and shadows stalk
Place of unholy virtues and incantations
Witches sabbath, the devil’s congregations

Wraiths call for my wandering soul.
I can feel their venomous touch…
I shall transcend into the vast midnight horizons
Beneath the bleeding moon of lilith

Entrance to the nightside
A secret reveled to a chosen few
Spectral plane of the twilight zone
Nocturnal enchantment of the witches sabbath

A place of blackened floating energy
Void of the divine isolation
Where the legacy is granted
Legacy of the fallen angel

The mystic essence of the self
Loomed trough the hallways of death
Where we meet again in the night
To drown in the delights of our unholy union

Entrance to the nightside
Trough the cold midnight forests
Where my destiny is, with them
Nocturnal children of the witches sabbath!