The Coven 08. 02. 01

Стихотворение на тему власти людей, обладающими тайными знаниями, над простыми смертными.
"We are the thirteen black-crowned princes" -
Согласно некоторым оккультным практикам, шабаш 13 мастеров способен влиять на пространство-время и изменять Историю.
"Sacred Essence" - Повелитель легиона духов.

When darkness veils the trembling ground
And all the nature writhes with fright
It seems like nothing left around
Except the fleshless ghosts of night

When loudly beats the midnight hour
And earthly storms meet to advance
Our spells will wake the voodoo power
To share with us our ritual dance

The candles burn the smoky incense
And it's the moment we can start
We are the thirteen black-crowned princes
Who hold and use the greatest art

We feel the magical attraction
When Sacred Essence hears our call
This night allows the time-correction
To change the future overall

Now while the cloudy fire's glowing,
Some men will die, some will be born
And then the fate's winds will be blowing
Right to the point of no return

No-one will guess that we've made changes
And our craft laid the new straight course
Nobody knows the lonesome strangers
As the last keepers of the Force

It's hard to hope for something better
When the alarms confuse and hurt
But truth is real and does not matter
Believe in it someone or not

It's sadly, but the voice of Evil
Still rules the mankind's crazy crowd
You cannot face the eyes of devil
Until he'll come to take you out.