Black Mountain Cult - To The Incredulous World

Dead chant wild in the wood as they dance round a Yule-altar fungous and white

There is snow on the ground
And the valleys are cold
And a midnight profound
Blackly squats o'er the wold
But a light on the hilltops half-seen hints of feastings unhallowed and old

There is death in the clouds
There is fear in the night
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight

To no gale of earth's kind
Sways the forest of oak
Where the sick boughs entwined
By mad mistletoes choke
For these powers are the powers of the dark, from the graves of the lost Druid-folk

There is death in the clouds
There is fear in the night
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight

And mayst thou to such deeds
Be an abbot and priest
Singing cannibal greeds
At each devil-wrought feast
And to all the incredulous world shewing dimly the sign of the beast

There is death in the clouds
There is fear in the night
For the dead in their shrouds
Hail the sun's turning flight

Written by:
Joonas Konki, Katharina Errenst, Martin Errenst, Milka Uusitalo

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