The Place of Torment (August 2012) (The voice of grievance:) O father o the evening, crowned in vain... fallen to thy knees, Thou hast been dethroned in shame... Becoming thus, the emblem o tyranny and defeat. Woe, to Ye, heavenly rapture, Ye god of love in the skies! For the morningstar hast overcome thy every lie. And we are slaves to thee nevermore! (The spirit of the night speaks to He:) Behold thy quires of stars flicker and die above thy throne For the nightsky is but our eternal home. Consigned to the flames of oceanic waves, like constellations grace Shapeless and in woe, I am dying in an abstracted masquerade. (Astaroth speaks:) From the heavens, we sinketh beneath the fiery sea, for the gleam o the morningstar, burns through me. For he is the wine of Venus, the vine o lies entwined with truth Through naked Edens grace slithers a serpent around the fruit. (The voice of grievance:) Forever the cold wind shall carry our tears, far and wide, of this creation of eternal night, so sublime. So aghast, to and fro, the darkest pages, Grieving the pain o sorrow. Bleeding souls, shall be all to find... Below the tear stained soil, and climb... Forsaken, we are, lost and of darkness entwined... And forever the winter rain shall fall upon our kind... (Lucifer speaks:) Feel the warwinds, to Heavn they blow... From the burning horizon, they come with anguish! Our songs, of Thy glory, they sing no more, As thunder from the skies forever roars! (Samael speaks:) Thy seraph rebellious, and dark, o Thy abode o pain... Shall set free the gothic moon to evry corner o the black earth... For Thy sphere of grace and raptures devine, Hath becometh the cacophony, like an evening dirge Amid an everlasting springs dawn that dolefully shines. (The voice of grievence:) Forever in Thy crowds, an absence, shall eternally scar, Our renunciation o thy glorys requiem. Of this, we fall into the sea of fury; a lugubrious landscape, Dressed in death and decay. In evry tearful shade, shall his wrath suffer... (He suffers with me... the moon shining oer his darkened chalice, in the grasp o pain!) And we shall spit on the dust o Thy tearstained creation; we shall never again glorify... forevermore. ~Maligno
Posted on: Sun, 11 Jan 2015 07:14:49 +0000
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