In The Horror Field - Deviser

A gust of wind flattening the tall grass

The noise around rose to a roar

As something gripped me around the waist

Pressing me until my ribs cracked

And a cold clast of air whispered…

Goddess of night

Lead me to your pleasuredome

Of debauchery

Where sunlight turns to darkness

Where the sun loses its power

And the wind changes

Bringing the icy currents down

Oh Hecate, rape me with malice

On the snow on top of the mountains

On my knees I pray

As the stars black out

And the forest shines under the moonlight

In a place where our love can be found