This inspired witchery, it speaks in tongues Of cryptic longing, A riddled offering I made the dark descent The moon was visible amidst scattered, pale-edged clouds The cold blue sea beckons The sky is the throne of fear I am part of this darkness I am part of this void This cryptic, witching grammar This Black Satanic Glamour I made the dark descent Through which the fear of any and every thing Awakens into self knowledge I am part of this darkness This Black Satanic Glamour This inspired witchery It speaks in tonguеs too old to know Giving form, bringing forth This Black Satanic Glamour This black celebration