Moon Of A Wolferian Shadow

Witches whispering sorcery. Summoning their Master till dawn. Gathered in a black mass before the altar. Where I kissed the horned Lord… Sacred flames light the sabbat. All united in the nocturnal ceremony. Apprentices vowed for an eternal oath. As the ritual ends in lustful orgies… I look into the eyes of the Baphomet. As darkness embraces the full moon. The frost winds devour me. The forest's silence… endless night… I entered in the jackal's soul. Flying aside the Beast. On her wings through the northern sky. To the valley of Jurafas I behold… A force created by unholy vows. I acquired all wisdom in cave Sibyla. And slept with thousand whores. Whores that turned to silver serpents… My winter shadows that glorified me once. With powers and sorcery. Now I only hear howling echoing. A dethroned king awaiting the next millennium.