the_last_dance_of_sarnath
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 in that starless nigh
snowfall
"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 he dormant..."
scions_of_the_blackened_soil
Wind ! fear these mad signs
Scions of the blackened soil
Fear! lay your arms over
far over this haunted ground
Fire ! hear my screams of fear
Close your womb
part_iii:_nether_seas_boiling
when_aldebaran_is_visible
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, for I saw their ghastly spread
phosphor
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 dark
He w
masquerade_of_sickness_(the_eve_of_reckoning)
throes_matrix
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't fucking feel<
wrathcast
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
B
kadath_opened
[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 has brea
just_a_river
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
the_wail_of_the_tartarean_wells
"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 to his feet he crawled and
it_dragged_her_to_dark
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 what stares
bowels_of_murder
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 Pa
