At the stroke of witching hour
Just a frame before the dawn
They’ll be gathered in covens unknown

In the circle of the Runes
On the cusp of Algiz stone
Eight figures aligned on the lawn

A strange shrill melody comes from the highest peaks
Canticle for the damned
A brew of magic herbs boils in the copper pot
They have all been condemned

Divinations
I am the dark eclipse
Premonitions
Horns of the apocalypse
Incantations
I am the anger seed
And damnation
For thee and all of thy breed

On this daybreak of December
When the red mist lingers on
Retribution will be staged at dawn

The alignment of the stones
Where Ansuz, Naudhiz, Eihwaz cross
You will all bear unspeakable loss

A doomed eerie maledict is hailing from the pinnacles
Anthem of the sentenced
A concoction made of hemlock and a leaf of white hellebore
They’ll be slaughtered as lambs

Divinations
I am the dark eclipse
Premonitions
Horns of the apocalypse
Incantations
I am the anger seed
And damnation
For thee and all of thy breed
Oh

The night my world all crumbled
Beyond the spheres of time and space
I fantasized a different tale
Turned into solitary fate
Incantations
Please clear this dreadful dream and fear
Good and evil
Make them go and disappear

Divinations
I am the dark eclipse
Premonitions
Horns of the apocalypse
Incantations
I am the anger seed
And damnation
For thee and all of thy breed

When all shine was shattered
Constellations soared away
The night they took her far from me
My soul has cracked with no relieve
Incantations
Please clear this dreadful dream and fear
Good and evil
Make them go and disappear