www.blackwidow.org.uk

Jim Gannon - Lead guitar, vibes, spanish guitar

Zoot Taylor - Organ, piano

Kip Trevor - Vocalist

Clive Jones - Flute, sax, clarinet

Bob Bond - Bass guitar
Clive Box - Drums & percussion

All tracks by Gannon, except track 3 & 8 by Gannon & Jones
Produced by: Pat Meehan JNR. An excellency production.
Engineer: Roy Thomas Baker
Cover: Rick Breach

In ancient days
In ancient days in other lives, long past, but not forgotten,
I've known the power of mind and flesh, to have my will obeyed.
In Adonai and Babylon, Etruscans and Egyptians
Came to my temple - journeyed to the valley of the Moon.

Deep underground where no light dared to come, beneath my pyramid,
I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan,
And still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear;
I cured or struck with sickness, death, or made insane my foes.

Yet here, in my thirteenth life, the mystic power of old
Returns and as I say these words, my soul again in hell.
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee,
I conjure thee appear,
I raise thee mighty Demons, come before me, join me here...

The way to power
Have you ever read the books that I wrote centuries ago?
The Clavicule of Solomon is nothing by their side.
They lay bare secret Arts that stood the ravages of time,
And practices, once more exposed, that everyone should know.

You play whit blood and hair and sweat and ends of fingernails,
The very things to do the deeds the Brotherhood demands.
You cast with mirrors, dolls in vax, the spell you learnt by heart,
Fool you are, you lash up storms and lightning, rain and gales.

I urge you now to find my books and read the tales and spells
That turned the whole world upside down - confusion everywhere.
The four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait,
The Talisman of Set was mine - the Horsemen did my bidding.

The Lady of the Moon my bride - Astaroth her name,
Side by side we wove the spells that drov mere men insane,
"Get thee hence and scour the world - seek and you shall find,
Read my books, yes learn from, and Power you shall gain."

Come To the Sabbat

Help me in my search for knowledge,
I must learn the Secret Art.
Who dares to help me raise the on
Whose very name near stills my heart?
ASTAROTH

Discard your clothes and come on foot,

Through streams and fields and moonlit moors,

Your bodies soaked in secret oils,

Perfumed herbs will heal your sores.

Join me in my search for power.

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Black Widow - Sacrifice (1970)
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singles	In ancient days (7.40) Way to power (3.58) Come to the sabbat(4.56) Conjuration (5.45) Seduction (5.38) Attack of the demon (5.37) Sacrifice (11.10)
Jim Gannon - Lead guitar, vibes, spanish guitar Zoot Taylor - Organ, piano Kip Trevor - Vocalist Clive Jones - Flute, sax, clarinet Bob Bond - Bass guitar Clive Box - Drums & percussion All tracks by Gannon, except track 3 & 8 by Gannon & Jones Produced by: Pat Meehan JNR. An excellency production. Engineer: Roy Thomas Baker Cover: Rick Breach
Review by Tommy Schönenberg Early 70's British progressive. This, their first album, is their best known, probably most because of the very satanic lyrics. Absolutely every track on the album is about Satan, black magic, demons and secret spells. Musically, it's quite typical early 70's progressive with a lot of flute and organ. On some parts they use some strings too. With its Jethro Tull-ish flute theme and fairy-tale atmosphere, "Come to the Sabbath" became a hit for the band. Other good tracks on the album is "In Ancient Days", the ballad "Seduction" (a love song to a female demon!) and the intense title-track. But in fact, the whole album is quite nice. "Conjuration" is a quite theatrical track, and the theme is kind of symphonic. I also think I can hear some mellotron on "In Ancient Days", but I'm not too sure.
Lyrics
In ancient days In ancient days in other lives, long past, but not forgotten, I've known the power of mind and flesh, to have my will obeyed. In Adonai and Babylon, Etruscans and Egyptians Came to my temple - journeyed to the valley of the Moon. Deep underground where no light dared to come, beneath my pyramid, I stood in Hell, a mortal man, between Belial and Satan, And still before my audience entranced with stark, cold fear; I cured or struck with sickness, death, or made insane my foes. Yet here, in my thirteenth life, the mystic power of old Returns and as I say these words, my soul again in hell. I conjure thee, I conjure thee, I conjure thee, I conjure thee appear, I raise thee mighty Demons, come before me, join me here... The way to power Have you ever read the books that I wrote centuries ago? The Clavicule of Solomon is nothing by their side. They lay bare secret Arts that stood the ravages of time, And practices, once more exposed, that everyone should know. You play whit blood and hair and sweat and ends of fingernails, The very things to do the deeds the Brotherhood demands. You cast with mirrors, dolls in vax, the spell you learnt by heart, Fool you are, you lash up storms and lightning, rain and gales. I urge you now to find my books and read the tales and spells That turned the whole world upside down - confusion everywhere. The four of the Apocalypse on horseback ever wait, The Talisman of Set was mine - the Horsemen did my bidding. The Lady of the Moon my bride - Astaroth her name, Side by side we wove the spells that drov mere men insane, "Get thee hence and scour the world - seek and you shall find, Read my books, yes learn from, and Power you shall gain." Come To the Sabbat Help me in my search for knowledge, I must learn the Secret Art. Who dares to help me raise the on Whose very name near stills my heart? ASTAROTH Discard your clothes and come on foot, Through streams and fields and moonlit moors, Your bodies soaked in secret oils, Perfumed herbs will heal your sores. Join me in my search for power. Wives and husbands bring your kin. We´ll be as one within the hour. Let the Sabbat now begin. Come, come, come to the Sabbat. Come to the Sabbat - Satan´s there! Conjuration Can it be the voice I heard, borne on the wind, to reach my ears, came from the lips, I learned so well in other lives. I swear that I will kill my fear, perform the rites and swear on, by me knee to help the one, I loved before. I even steel my heart, to raise the devil himself. In this secret place I stand, unused for countless years, to make my dream come true, I call the lady Astarath come join me here. Time has come, the power is raised, the wind brings voices to my ears, believe her faith the voices say, have confidence the time is almost right. Seduction You asked me to come to you, prayed to have me here. Here I am in human form, take away my fear. Here I am just as you wish, though I fear you still. Can’t you tell just what you miss, you can have your fear. Would you have me stay with you, squeeze and hold you tight. Smooth you with my tender touch, share your bed at nights. Here I am just as you wish, though I fear you still. Can’t you tell just by my kiss, you can have your fear. Her I stand just as you wish, now my fear is nil. We can share a lovers kiss, you have had your fear. Now the new you be so warm, ecstasy is near. Now we’re one in human form, I have lost my fear. Attack of the demons You plead again for rich rewards, [that] steaks your blood your mind your soul. You try to gain all earthly power, You unleashed plagues of famine, death and war. All my sins have damned my soul in hell.(x4) All off my sins have locked me in hell. I try to turn my heart against the wickedness I wrote, and in my dream my dear beloved mother came to me. She beg me turn my face ones more up high toward the lord. But notice came I could not weep, but Satan clutched my heart. All my sins have damned my soul in hell. (x4) All off my sins have locked me in hell Sacrifice A Sacrifice, a sacrifice, you say you wanna sacrifice. You say the words to easily, to know just what you mean. One black hand and one white hand, I slaughtered with your knife. I know full well you have a loss, a thing to match their blood The sacrificial knife is stained with [...] and held on hair, the blood is mixed within the cup, and drunk by all who watch. You [...] a power [...] touch. You’ll never get to power just by playing nasty games. A sacrifice, a sacrifice ... One black hand ... When I crossed the abyss two thousand years ago, I never even dream so many power I would reach. Till the point on my knife reached my lovers silken throat, the only thing I'd sacrificed have been my fathers' sheep. If you arrived directly to this page, click here to load the site as the designer intended.