Drowning into the sea of vanity Ocean drawn of mans worth By my god and grace I am reborn In hatred to kill again Nature unbound From beyond the light
Take me away Take me away I hate this place It saturates Darkened dreams now awake Dream me away Carry away and fuck this race Can take the pain But
Years are passing by Warden I am, Lemurian guard Through these lonely hills Where the hands of moory fog Reach for the beating hearts Scarlet harvest
Moon of Mons Can you hear the screams feeble, weak and asphyxiated Lurid blade keeps grinding bones In the grimy darkness Near the River Hate and the
"He screamed and screamed and screamed in a voice whose falsetto panic no acquaintance of his would ever have recognized: and though he could not rise
"There are coarses of souls that sometimes rupture to our side of reality. When we travel the planes of dream we dare these roads and the spirits that
Possession Second day Convulsions and pain Timid Priest prays hollow words in vain Rose hes bound to te bed Priest " Time is running out ! " Mother
They have been down so long I can hear them singing hear their hearts feel their passion feel their scars Doors are shut To Time and fate It was for
Lo ! I pilgrim came from the desert Draped in sickness, dressed in black When the utter thunders roared young And the heart of Valusia enshrined the
Do you still awake at night and hear his hands Scratching the floor in front of the door to where she was torn... Fearest thou still the moons face for
Epilogue & Downfall Day dies to night Sun magenta, crimson then gone Branches red the mansion windows In the night the firs sigh Soil is black now, awaken
Aldebaran is above horizon, crimson setting azure dyed to dark Firs paint their portrait in the light of now visible stars The nightly wings of Byakhee
That night when the lake was stormy and the waves unleashed the horror The street of onyx shone no more and the walls of Sarnath were torn Calamity befell
Pain, the revival Once again you burn in me Hate, the disciple I kill you all as I set it free Revival! The abyss staring me Disciple! The music of the
Hate Beast inside wrathed embruonic breathe The Vision's clear but you can't fucking see Reverence raped curse this feeble being I'm above but I can'
[Part I: To Dream] The sun is setting now This summery bathe in moonlight Veiled like starlit plateau of Leng Now as the pour approaches And the wind
Of the ambience, of the poem... It darkens my soul to revel with the beast of alter ego Blind belief... Burning in the aura of our satanic inspires
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