Mountain Throne

From the caves we emerge Into the hard driving rain Through the dales, round the fells The coven gather again And there, veiled in the mist, Pendle Hill stands tall Above the barren fields She shines phantasmagorical Out of the caverns, onto the moor Through cols and passes we process toward the pinnacle From subterranea to summit stone Now we pilgrims ascend, we climb toward the mountain throne Mountain throne! Under a pall of freezing fog We light a way through the murk Trudging on, torch in hand To do the devil’s work On the black ridge we convene Come the witching hour When at the wuthering peak We’ll reconstruct the Malkin Tower Out of the caverns, onto the moor Through cols and passes we process toward the pinnacle From subterranea to summit stone Now we pilgrims ascend, we climb toward the mountain throne So now bow down As the sabbath fires burn Demdike and Chattox Have finally come home From the Devil’s Pulpit Their sermon holds all in thrall At the Hexenaltar We heed Karnayna’s call Out of the caverns, onto the moor Through cols and passes we process toward the pinnacle From subterranea to summit stone Now we pilgrims ascend, we climb toward the mountain throne

Submitted by Immortal — Nov 09, 2025