Gallower - Phantasms of Coven

As the ancients stories tell
Meetings in the Satan's name
Can't be spotted, can't be seen
No disruption on the forest hills

Safe passage protected by evil
For those who bent a knee
To serve and fight for bells of hell
Caused of terror of the ,,holy" men

Full moon above the hills
Bats are flying, midnight comes
Ladies of magic leaded by swarm
Seven days after solstice, monlight's cold

For those unfairly judged
Hell's light
Will warm their torned souls

Folk's narrow-mindedness
Beyond damnation
Black death brings mutilation

To the old forgotten woods
Various paths guide
It is where persecuted women aim

Herbalists, enlightened and hermits
Unbreakable oath
Is calling eternally everyone

This starless sacred night
Will reborn
High black magic lore

Infernal vow being sealed
With Satan's blessings
Vengeance is going to be fulfilled

Delusions in the air
Coven rites
Black massess phantasmic lights

Leaving their old lives
Baptism in fire
As witches magic blazes higher


,,Come to me my daughters
Join in the sublime circle
Don't you hesitate
You will never be the same"