作词 : Cradle Of Faith, Dani
{Mirror, mirror on the wall
Shouldest not grave pleasures be my all?
For if I shall see thy will be done
Grant me the witchcraft of thy tongue}
Three Moon dials froze in the shadow of six
As another soul passed to the grasping 
StyxClutching their trinket crucifix
Bats blew from caves in a dissonant surge
Omens of corruption from within the church
A fetid, dank oasis still clung to full rebirth
Alone as a stone cold altar
The castle and its keep
Like fairytale dominion rose
A widow to the snowy peaks
Wherein reclined the 
CountessLimbs purring from the kill
Bathed in virgin white and like the night
Alive and young and unfulfilled
Was it the cry of a wolf
That broke the silver thread of enchanted thoughts?
Of her life as a mere reflection
As the Moon's in narrow windows caught
That opened like dark eyelids on
The sigh of the woods that the wind fell upon
Like a siren weaving song
From the lilt of choirs choking
Where the vengeful dead
BelongTo the sorceress and her channel arts
She swept from ebony towers at the hour of 
Mars'Neath a stars in woven sky latticed by scars
To unbind knotted reins that kept in canter, despair
Shod on melancholy, fleet to sanctuary there
In nether glades tethered where onyx idols stared
Was it the kiss of the mist
That peopled the air with the prowess of absinthe?
Lost souls begging resurrection
From gods upon their forest plinths
Whose epitaphs read of re-ascending to win
Remission from despair through a holocaust of sin
In a tongue hilted in invective rectums
Over signs and seals, the 
Sorceress prayed
To death, to rend the slender veil
That ancient ones might rise again
As shadows swelled
The countess fell to masturbating with her dagger
As the witch gabbled spells
Cumming heavy roses all the way to 
HellAs sudden thunder grew harangue
Announced two pincered worlds
Exuding bane, something came
With the stench of necrophiled graves
To these clandestines
Who shrank from glimpsing horror
That the growls of mating ghouls inclined
Resplendent, in pendants
Natal trophies torn from bellies of desanctified nuns
A demon, bewigged, bedight in scum
Prowled their circle seeking entry to run
An arctic tongue upon her vulva
Where rubies smeared to alabaster thighs
Glittered like a contract in the purse of a whore
Receiving sole communion from the body of 
Christ{If blood is what thou craves, foul fiend
I will yield this witch to thee
If thou wouldst draw a veil for me
O'er lengthening scars of age and grief}
As the demon slavered foetid vows
And bore his prey away
In talons itching to perpetrate
The nausea of eternal rape
The Sorceress screaming in his grasp
Spat a final curse to stain
The Countess with the promise
That her lord at war would be cruelly slain
And she would rot alone, insane
On the twisted nails of faith...