Witching Hour


In the hour before dawn

The Nordic mirror lies black yet calm

Reflects my shadow and heaven above

The frost force the ocean up

Past the shores towards the mountain tops

Spirals flash green glittering blitz never seen

By the eyes of the selfpronounced clean

Through shining mists past the planet of witz

Mysterious realms still exist

In this black and blue void schiziod creatures will toy

With fragments of what once where souls

Dreamlike I follow their path dark and hallow

My feet barely touch the ground

Ride the radiant waves into unexplored space

Obscure scenery changes

Into trance without end to lunatics glen

Spellbound I kneel down in pain

The lurkers and I

Become one

As a hunters eye like the moon

Together we ride the storm

magic unfolds at the crack of dawn


Like my fathers before me

I am shown the way