Elishia's Mistresses Gather - Ophthalamia

Majestic night everlasting in beauty and gloomy sadness

Thou supreme starfilled skies caress us and rock us to sleep

Of powers of this melancholy world with evil you us caress

Enchant this gathering and hold it in the grasp of your deep

Battles have been won and battles have been lost

And this is the darkness that we worship where foul is fair

Listen to the cries and the freezing cold pains long time gone

In the black winds we hover through fog and filthy air

Behold the race superior rise with overwhelming might

And the ages dark to come are filled with softly whispered promises

Where hate and desire are the greatest weapons in the commencing fight

Bonded by blood and by the dark arts we are fearless

At the very death of the Ophthalamian sun we’ll meet again

I will be the air we breath and black shall be the nights dress

Dark mistresses of greatest misery wrapped in lighting and rain

Cast your most cruel spells and paint the eclipse with deepest distress

We are the chosen all blessed with evil