Cirith Gorgor

A Twilight Serenade

Cirith Gorgor


Through utter darkness we roam 

And we breathe the air of this autumn evening. 
So bright, the cold breeze fills our hearts with ice 
And we hear the trees whisper and the spirits sing. 
The perfume to smell is full of enchantment 
A warm secret surrounded by cold. 
And these woods are our own eternity 
Under a starry sky in a dream so old. 

Then, nightfall, enthralled by bloodthirst 
An eternal enigma, yet a hymn to those 
Who passionately roam, cloaked by the nightsky. 
Come on Bacchants, let us hunt in sigh. 
"Follow the Night-Hag, when call'd in secret 
Riding through the Air she comes 
Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance 
With Lapland Witches, while the labouring Moon 
Eclipses at their charmes." 

Our crimson quickening, whispering through their veins 
Like the funeral winds whisper through the leaves. 
We will hunt them for eternity, our jewels come forth of their fear 
And we drink their spirits like wine, celebrating their misery. 
...Every night we die in a passionate melancholy...