Three shapes retake their form
Upon a stormy heath
And summoned their dark mother from the horror that lies beneath.
Risen from the blackness with all the furies of the deep.
Enraged with the sisters as out of their mischief, Her did they keep.
The three she was expecting to summon her for her part
To meddle in the issue with the glory of her art
Amendments thus she order for the witches to see done.
At dawn of the next morning, the King's security they would shun.
(Chorus) Harbingers of wickedness!
Prepared their final kiss! Harpies of darkness!
To cast the kind in black abyss! Oraculum Strigoi! Oraculum Strigoi!
A chant to summon darkness, a chant the sisters spew.
Around the iron cauldron their poisoned entrails threw.
Grand Hekate is exultant! This day the King shall rue!
Still haunted by the specter, the kind doth felt the need.
To visit the dark sisters as his questions they would heed.
He thus demanded answer to the prophecies foretold.
His voice echoed through the walls of the cavern grim and cold.
But the sisters remained silent, as the first omen appeared.
An armed head roared above him and lay future in his ear.
His kin he had to fear, the worthy Thane of life
His coming on the kind, could cut him like a sharpened knife.
...They would shun...
(Chorus) Harbingers of wickedness!
Prepared their final kiss! Harpies of darkness!
To cast the kind in black abyss! Oraculum Strigoi! Oraculum Strigoi!
A chant to summon darkness, a chant the sisters spew.