Wiccan Wyrd Songtext
von Gjallarhorn's Wrath

Where they travel through darkness and thorny groves
Searching for a leading might
When the earth stands deserted
And the sea weeps aloud

For the night, they hold the hour
And at the altar, visions start to burn

Beyond the veil
Burn and ablaze

Seeking wisdom in the roots of the earth
Their curses sharp, their blessings bright
They craft the dark, In herbs and roots and ancient scars
Their power lies, in moon and stars

Ascend over moors and meadows
Through oak-tree field and green islands


Of wyccan wyrd, I sing a tale
Of witches′ craft and spells so pale
The moon doth wane and shadows grow
As witches' chants doth ebb and flow

Ô dear voices, i embrace thy pain
Beyond the veil
Burn and ablaze

There′s are the witches stealing spears with their magic spells
And combine murder-craft with a corpse-rest
They must die for the stronger might
Until fate allows it
In the stream of fire, the're born anew

They gather round the cauldron's flame
With toads and bats, all the same
They stir the brew with cackling glee
And chant their spells with mystery
Through forest dark and open field
Their magic doth its power wield