The Tale Of The Witchlord Lyrics - Evol

Moon... is black tonight 

Silence... is mantling every sound 

Shadows... coming down the hills 

Fires... are burning in the clearing 

Witches... are dancing... ghosts around the pot 

Crying... praying... summoning the Witchlord 

"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end. 

Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength". 

Windblows... shaking the treetops 

Lightning... flashing through the (clear) sky 

Thunder... frightening men asleep 

Black shapes... coming out the pot 

Witches... are bowing... boneless before the dark smoke 

Weeping... shaking... summoning the Witchlord 

"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants 'till the end. 

Possessed by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength" 

A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black strikes the pot in the middle 

of the glade; A gust of smoke rising from the circle melts to poison as two 

horns appear; A voice of sickness from a goated helm fills the air with a 

mortal stench. 

"Kneel, my servants, I heard your sick pleas, the time has come to fight 

for your faith. EVOL, my Lord, send me to drive you, the storm of death we 

will bring on earth. Thunder, Plague, Wind, Flood, come to my request, 

Father give me strength. Rise up your weapons and follow my dark sword, 

children of darkness, bow to the Witchlord".