We enter our magic cave All dressed in black, for the feast Moonlight possesses us We are immortal Pray, for the coming of winter The dragon, the fire of the black spell The dance, the ritual of the dark priests Pray, for the coming of winter I saw in my dream a vision Four priests in black on a mountain Keeping their fire alive They stood at the cliff, gazing the sky And prayed to the mighty gods The storm they evoked, the fire still burned I looked at the cliff, the four priests were flying We hold black candles through forests we ride We walk on the clouds to our kingdom we go Our evil oath we hail And we enter the spell of the dragon There are shades that will not vanish That are thoughts that cannot banish We are powers of the unknown And we enter the spell of the dragon And our magic voice and verse Hath baptised it with a curse And a spirit of the air When the falling stars are shooting a dragon Shall my soul be upon thine With the power and the sign We are the black oath And we enter the spell of the dragon