Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hymn To The Witching Nightsky , by - Grabak. Song from the album Der Prophet Des Chaos, in the genre Release date: 03.09.2007
Record label: CCP
Song language: English
Hymn To The Witching Nightsky |
| Like a cloak of black velvet the night covers the land |
| Protecting the black welcomes the creatures banished by men |
| Deathlike silence crawls through the veins of the dark forest |
| Through the boughs of the trees the blackened nightsky gleems |
| The knowledge of existance of black magic |
| Let’s them groan expectant |
| Only some animals are feeling |
| The omens of the coming witching hour |
| Floating clouds in the sky give the fullmoonlight a mystic look |
| After a while two dragonwings are building |
| The cupola of this magic place |
| His breath hides the arrival like an opaque fog |
| Spellfilled the sulphuric air vibrates |
| A second later witches and warlocks |
| Are dancing in a circle of burning thoughts |
| Ancient trees are bordering the mephisto waltz |
| The devil’s eye beyond the forbidden scenery |
| Is watching over the children of the night |
| Ecstatic twitched bodies |
| Are wriggling under stars burning up |
| Again and again |
| The horns of propagation are fusing |
| With the witches wombs |
| Tonguelike flames are lickering |
| The hidden points of lust |
| Breathfountains of the exhausted |
| Are condensing in the icecold air |
| Of the witching nightsky |
| Without any notion |
| The mankind oversleeps this orgiastic |
| Celebration |
| The 12th hour is the term of the demonic procreation |
| By an eruption of sperm and blood |
| The eye is shut satisfied |
| In the 13th hour the new procreated are leaving the protecting shells |
| All stillborn find their way back into the diabolical throat |
| Being the essence of the master’s existance |
| By a sign of the sixfingered claw |
| The witchcraft has been stopped the air is mixed with the smell |
| Of sexual intercourse and silence |
| Unable to move |
| The crowd is waiting |
| Because a shadow |
| Is wandering through the rows |
| Lying on the face of a young witch |
| The shadow’s fingers caress her body |
| She feels them like a breeze |
| Between her virgin thighs |
| Her mouth starts moaning |
| Until she screams because of her lust |
| But she still doesn’t know |
| She is screaming her sentence of death |
| Her body is burning |
| Until a statue of ash |
| Is the last evidence of her former existance |
| By satan’s breath the icon breaks up |
| And a million pieces spread over the ground |
| Not before this the night discharges |
| Their children from the devil’s service |
| Until he calls to worship again |