Primordial The Fires...
Funeral winds... caress the flame The naked fire that soothes my flesh In darkness I can ask for little more Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead Nocturnal everslumber procession A gathering of such ancient souls To see our brother to his journey's end Into the darkness forever... The frozen ground dances beneath us Our path cross the barren lands Burning torches lament As fiery shadows dance Across his gravebound face Entombed in pagan earth To rise in the cold November mist We will haunt their pious dreams In eternal black adore we kiss Witchcraft has breathed death in my soul To keep the darkest flame ever burning
