Dreaming Of Atlantean Spires
Bathory · Other Songs - Bathory
All witches fly to me...
I have torn the veil of dreams,
Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress,
My heart is held in icy thrall,
The horned moon's sweet enchantment,
The topaz throne is beckoning,
The jewelled sword awaits my grasp,
The dreaming gods now grimly brood in
The silence of atlantean spires.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon the shadow-kings.
All witches fly to me!
Witch of heather, moor and sea,
Come lay with me as twilight falls,
Grant me the black elven sword
And the draught of immortality,
The scent of night about your flesh,
Enfold me in this mist of lace,
Your lips grow red by candlelight,
My beloved is raven-tressed.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon the shadow-kings.
And now the blossoms fade,
Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes)
The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips),
This ichor of your kisses...
Weave thy dark spells,
'neath the bright moon,
Witch-fire is glimmering through
Sunken marble halls.
The black gate opens...
Blood sates the ebon blade...
I have torn the veil of dreams,
Enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress,
My heart is held in icy thrall,
The horned moon's sweet enchantment,
The topaz throne is beckoning,
The jewelled sword awaits my grasp,
The dreaming gods now grimly brood in
The silence of atlantean spires.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon the shadow-kings.
All witches fly to me!
Witch of heather, moor and sea,
Come lay with me as twilight falls,
Grant me the black elven sword
And the draught of immortality,
The scent of night about your flesh,
Enfold me in this mist of lace,
Your lips grow red by candlelight,
My beloved is raven-tressed.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends,
Spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs,
Sorcerers summon the shadow-kings.
And now the blossoms fade,
Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes)
The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips),
This ichor of your kisses...
Weave thy dark spells,
'neath the bright moon,
Witch-fire is glimmering through
Sunken marble halls.
The black gate opens...
Blood sates the ebon blade...
Dreaming Of Atlantean Spires
Released by Bathory, this track exemplifies the band's transition from black metal to gothic metal, characterized by its atmospheric textures and melancholic melodies. The song reflects the group's deep engagement with Norse mythology and the occult, a central theme in their discography following the tragic death of founder Quorthon. With its haunting vocals and driving rhythms, the recording captures the somber, ritualistic mood that defines Bathory's later work. It stands as a significant piece in the evolution of the genre, blending traditional black metal aggression with a darker, more introspective sonic palette that influenced countless subsequent acts in the gothic and doom metal scenes.