Lyrics The Coven - Svartahrid

The Coven

Pale figures, dancing decadence
Ecstatic movement of pleasure
All gathered at the coven…
In the night of the moon, shapeless figures
Dancing the dance of death
More intensely now
Stopped on signal that only they can hear
A fire is lit, nine witches appear
All with fire in their eyes
Painted on body the marks of hell they bear
Sabbath, summon the Crimson king
Ancient rituals, unspoken wisdom
Hidden from those who cry
Sabbath — summon the Crimson king
Sabbath — Dance macabre…