Give me the art of cheating and deceiving of thy dreams May each and all become the d**h of ancient winter screams Thus on her knees shall bequeath The cold, cold moon writhes under What thou desirest thou shalt obtain As the war begins, Jehovah be slain Darkness seeps upon abyss Shall victimise the serpents kiss Feast and drain thy goblet deep A silence torn unto defeat I wait for thee of k**ing spree The soul and pain both unredeemed As silence burns in witching hour
As thou wilt seek to hear them scream Since thou hath made thy offering The truth be known of evening spring Who the chase by night preferest thee Misfortuned deemed uncertainty Thou who wakest in starry slumber Of the stars and of the moon The wolven screams of thy desire Of the horn thyself the huntress Huntress of the night forseen Of cloaking blackness too obscene Although our sight - ARADIA The dance in flames for thy slumber