This inspired witchery, it speaks in tongues
Of cryptic longing, A riddled offering
I made the dark descent
The moon was visible amidst scattered, pale-edged clouds
The cold blue sea beckons
The sky is the throne of fear
I am part of this darkness
I am part of this void
This cryptic, witching grammar
This Black Satanic Glamour
I made the dark descent
Through which the fear of any and every thing
Awakens into self knowledge
I am part of this darkness
This Black Satanic Glamour
This inspired witchery
It speaks in tonguеs too old to know
Giving form, bringing forth
This Black Satanic Glamour
This black celebration