Through The Gloom Into The Fire Lyrics - Singles - Abyssos

This is the eve of the new era 

A dark cold night of autumn breeze 

The last leaves fall to the frosty ground 

The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds 

The witches are gathered, a hideous coven 

In delirious tones, they are shouting 

Foul mysterious words as they go 

Through the gloom and into the fire 

A loathsome shape of obscene horror, 

Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne 

Denial of the god above 

The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy 

Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance 

Denial of the god above 

Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues 

And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky 

Twelve o'clock is the time of night, 

That the graves are gaping wide 

They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, 

With the infernal sacraments 

The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron 

The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil 

A loathsome shape of obscene horror, 

Squats huge and monstrous upon the ebon throne 

Denial of the god above 

The stifling air reeks with filth and blasphemy 

Faster and faster whirls the witches' lewd dance 

Denial of the god above 

Shriller and shriller they scream in tongues 

And then a wan grey light flickers in the northern sky 

The circle is forever closed, within the secrets lie 

Together they leave this dimension side by side 

Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide 

They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments 

The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron 

The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil 

This is the eve of the new era 

A dark cold night of autumn breeze 

The last leaves fall to the frosty ground 

The pale moon gazes through the thick massing clouds 

The witches are gathered, a hideous coven 

In delirious tones, they are shouting 

Foul mysterious words as they go 

Through the gloom and into the fire 

Twelve o'clock is the time of night, that the graves are gaping wide 

They haste, to the orgies of the sabbat, with the infernal sacraments 

The rites of the pentagram, the dance of Acheron 

The sweet and beautiful fantasies of evil