The Skull of the Sorcerer - Dawn Of Winter

White skin under blackened robe

Children wonder and behold

Now with him the black plague unfolds

As in fever dreams foretold

Come priest — Follow your wretched lord

Suffer pagan wrath and die

Don’t let him spread his words of love

Tear his face off with a smile

Death curse of the northern cross

Baptized — Mocked and spat upon

Scriptures burnt and acts blasphemed

Hear the doomed old shaman scream

Sorcerer — Sorcerer

Bring me the skull of the sorcerer

I need the skull of the sorcerer

Body washed and decorated now

Chant performed over the corpse

One spirit leaves southwest to Biula

The subterranean underworld

Shave your head — Then blacken all your skin

Conceal your body and your face

Join the feast — Then dance the Maduna

Communicate with the deceased

The second spirit doth reside

Here in the skull that now is mine

His spirit trapped at my command

I am the ruler of this land

Sorcerer — Sorcerer

I hold the skull of the sorcerer

I own the skull of the sorcerer