Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...

 Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft, beneath a horned and waning moon,
 Enchantress, heather-bride a' dreaming, the beckoning gloom enthralls me,
 The Lord of Wolves haunts the forest, in brooding winter's icy rapture,
 Hoarfrost glimmers 'neath the moon, sorcery opens fiend-haunted pathways before me.

 Black Stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon...

 Enthralled by the evil lotus-dreams, witches' eyes agleam with candle-flame,
 Nine Elven stones beneath the waves, whispered spells in serpent-tongues,
 Gleaming sword in ice enshrined, Chaos-Throne witch-fire entwined,
 Marsh grasses swaying 'neath the moon, dark spellcraft summons the Black Gate before me...

 Icy waters whispering, Tower of Silence hides the shadow-key,
 Ember-trees haunt my fevered dreams, Moon-Bride, sing thine dark enchantment.

 The moonless abysses of mid-earth, black basaltic halls of night,
 Ghoul-plagued darkness, vale of fiends, amorphous leige bloats and breeds.

 Elder shadows writhing before the silvern gate of eternal winter,
 Dark shapes entwine the mist-veiled cromlech,
 Dynig torchlight gleams on silent black waters,
 Fen-wolves sing to the gibbous moon...

 Arise from dreams, shape-shifting fiends,
 Dance madly 'neath the moon,
 To the pipes of bone, anoint the (witches') stone,
 Beneath the ancient tomb.