Shadows 'Neath The Black Pyramid - Bal-Sagoth

I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends

Black jaws drooling blasphemy

Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet

The wyrm-horn sounds cross Dagon’s mere

Shadow-gate (portal to the Black Pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning…

Spells scrawled in blood and frosty rime

Squamous god encoils the onyx shrine

(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by ophidian eyes

Pungent odour of engorged flesh

Vaults of eon-veiled horror

Embraced by delerium, witches' balms anoint me

Veils of frost entwine me in the haze of baleful moon-cursed dreams

I hear the High Ones whispering ancient spells in the long-dead tongues

There is the gleam of blackened steel in the flickering torchlight

And I embrace the balm of sublime forgetfulness…

By the blaze of the burning skulls

Beneath the Well of the Black Flame

In the vaults of the dreaming gods

Shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone

Squamous orbs, black sword, drink deep, blood oath

Supine shapes dancing in the mist

(Serpent-tongued) priestess bares her pale flesh

Shadows crawl to the sundered stones

The Eternal Fiends exult in rapture

Tomb-worms bloat on carnal blood

Trickling onto wraith-carved stone

Dark laughter echoes through the vaults

Black-winged, cruel as envenomed steel

In the Well of Black Flame, squamous shapes writhe

A dark tide of shadows follows me

Ravening fiends unleashed to feed

Incantations pour in torrents from my lips…

Wraiths and fiends whirl to my bidding…

Horrors 'neath the pyramid