Pure - Obtained Enslavement

We dance in the heart of the forest Our fingers cast no shadows Torches light the circle The coven begins Goddess of fire Cast me thy moonspell Grant me the pow

I am the face of the sky... ... And thou shall worship the night... The fog between the moons Thy life thou shall take from this Thy sisters are thou And thou a

I yearn for the departure of the holy trinity Hooded I stand triumphing above the rest The frosty mist lies thick over the holy ground As the mooneclipse create