Sopor Aeternus - Warrior of The Cresent Moon

in shimmering circle of silver light
in icy wind and spitting fire through flowing stream and ancient mountain thou alone dost see me

by lightning, thunder, hail and wind i conjure thee
by sword of fire that can never fail i conjure thee

i fall into the dark ravine the clash of swords fills my spirit thou who shinest by night on the sea casts the shadow of the are over my soul

by ravens wings and serpents venom bestow your gifts upon me by eye of wolf and dragons flame grant me your strength

i scream
the ravens battlecry
the powers of old embrace me
the are of the cresent moon
casts a shadow over my soul