Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Through The Gloom Into The Fire, artist - Abyssos. Album song Together We Summon The Dark, in the genre Метал
Date of issue: 31.07.2008
Record label: Cacophonous
Song language: English
Through The Gloom Into The Fire |
This is the eve of the new era |
A dark cold night of autumn breeze |
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground |
The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds |
The witches are gathered, a hideous coven |
In delirious tones, they are shouting |
Foul mysterious words as they go Through the gloom and into the fire |
A loathsome shape of obscene horror, |
Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne |
Denial of the god above |
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy |
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance |
Denial of the god above |
Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues |
And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky |
Twelve o’clock is the time of night, |
That the graves are gaping wide |
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, |
With the infernal sacraments |
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron |
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |
A loathsome shape of obscene horror, |
Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne |
Denial of the god above |
The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy |
Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance |
Denial of the god above |
Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues |
And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky |
The circle is forever closed, within the secrets lie |
Together they leave this dimension side by side |
Twelve o’clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide |
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments |
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron |
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |
This is the eve of the new era |
A dark cold night of autumn breeze |
The last leaves fall to the frosty ground |
The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds |
The witches are gathered, a hideous coven |
In delirious tones, they are shouting |
Foul mysterious words as they go Through the gloom and into the fire |
Twelve o’clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide |
They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments |
The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron |
The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil |