Luyện nghe bài hát Witchlord

Moon... is black
Silence... is mantling sound
Shadows... coming down the
Fires... are in the clearing

Witches... are dancing... ghosts the pot
Crying... praying... the Witchlord

"Witchlord, come to us, thine servants the end.
Possessed by Evil, trembling for thy strength".

Windblows... shaking the
Lightning... flashing the (clear) sky
Thunder... frightening men
Blackshapes... out the pot

Witches... are bowing... boneless before the dark
Weeping... shaking... the Witchlord

"Witchlord, come to us, servants 'till the end.
by Evil, we're trembling for thy strength"

A blaze of darkness from the Reign of Black the pot in the middle of the glade;
A gust of smoke from the circle melts to poison as two horns appear;
A voice of from a goated helm fills the air with a mortal stench.

"Kneel, my servants, I heard your sick pleas, the time has come to for your faith.
EVOL, my Lord, send me to you, the storm of death we will bring on earth.
Thunder, Plague, Wind, Flood, come to my request, Father me strength.
Rise up, your weapons and follow my dark sword, children of bow to the Witchlord".