The skies above have darkened
The stars have aligned
We're witness to a rite of black magic design
Master of witches
King of the chaos-sphere
Pastoral god whose altar burns with pagan fear

The Great God Pan
Born behind the stars
The ancients live again

Song of the woodlands
Pan Pipes are crying reeds
His maddened tune will lift the autumn leaves
We see the horned-one
We see his shape assume
The form of laughing wines & sandalwood fumes

Io, Saturnalia! The gods will come tonight
We'll sit at their table, and sheir their infernal light
Oh Lord of Misrule, your song is never the same
And you never leave one, the same as when you came

Dark spirits will leave us now; the wind has filled with sighs
The roots of our witchery reach down toward the burning fires
We'll circle the hallowed tree and leave this world behind
Ascension through sorcery toward pleasures rare-to-find

I know, I know all too well
The wines of wizardry they're running through our spells
I know, I know all too well
This world of death, this world of squares
We'll leave it all for hell

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Night of the devils has arrived
My calling you should come as no surprise
I summon thee my demon, Lord of the Flies
With this commandment: thou shalt rise!

Dreaming demon, open your eyes
We humbly ask of you your presence this night
We call your name and offer sacrifice
Chanting forbidden hymns in black magic rites

Unholy demon, my demon brother!
Won't you see what we have to offer?

Morning of the magicians
Whispering incantations
We witness the dawn, the sun's ancient fires
Invoking dark spirits to help us get higher

Morning of the magicians
Whispering incantations
Turning, we circle the eldritch pyre
Enchantments to satisfy evil desires

Morning of the magicians
I have entered a new world
Every man and woman is a star
A new season has begun
This dawn will see an ancient revelry
For what will be...

Hard to please, isn't he?
He asks only you let him take your mind
Harvester of souls is he
Necromancy and subjects of that kind

Far beneath Paris streets
Our coven meets - the Sabbat is nigh
Haddo waits so patiently, before the altar of sacrifice

Oh, will you walk away?
And no, it would not be a good idea for you to stray
The rites of Haddo have begun
He's calling on the ancient ones
There are strange worlds hidden in his sorcery

Many things have come to be through devilry
Both wicked and divine
As nothing ever comes for free
Our gods will need your blood as sacrifice

Look there to the mountain
That fiery bird!
Futile song echoing from days long ago

In its voice you hear hunger
No turning away
And its song pulls you under

No choice but to heed it
And making your way
Convinced by its preaching
From your templum to stray

You dared not to wander
There was no pulling away
As its song drew you under

In the flames it has found you
Jagged wings wrap around you
Your screams they turn to ashes
As the night's augury passes

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Somewhere along
The olden fogs
Our paths will cross
For I have want to summon thee

Ship of fools
I'll take you at my leisure
It is my power yes it is my pleasure

Priestess of madness
Under a saffron sun
Cargo of souls that I will feast upon

I call upon
An ancient necromantic sun
My will binds you close to me

Oh, will you drink
These Lethean waters?
And join me on this Isle of
endless borders

Who knows not Circe?
My light so moribund
Your dead souls dance with me
like flowers in the sun

Who knows not Circe?
The seas crash down upon
Those who do not tremble at the
Daughter of the Sun