Thirteen Cauldrons Boil -

Mystical chants can be heard from the dungeon

Preparations are done and the rite can begin

An ominous rumbling and the beating of bones

On drumheads of human skin

Soon opens a rift from the darkest of pasts

Through the spacetime a portal into the bright world of men

Towers of Silur to rise from the oceans

And shadow the landscape again…

Stir in the kettle where innocent infants are drowned

Virgin wombs thrown in the brew for great witchcraft to come

THIRTEEN CAULDRONS BOIL!

Misty shapes in the darkest of hours

A spell to welcome the devil’s dawn

Witches shamelessly copulating

To breed the malignant Jezebel spawn

Celebrate to conjure the dead

Vicious hags in a state of trance

Madly performing their dubious dance

On top the barren mound…

Stir in the kettle where innocent infants are drowned

Virgin wombs thrown in the brew for great witchcraft to come

THIRTEEN CAULDRONS BOIL!

Moon and sun unite this night

Separated since the birth of light

One by one the stars exhaust

Deadly rays gleam cross the sky

Awake the Tyrant from his sleep

The very earth it breathes and heaves

An eerie aura line the hills

.once proud mountains of Siluria

THIRTEEN CAULDRONS BOIL!