A Chronicle of Demoniacal MetamorphosisI. Portals to Oblivion
In the beginning there was a plague,
summoned from the malignant pages
of the most execrable of books. --
bound in flesh, written with blood,
each letter is infused with pestilence,
every word is a wormhole to a curse.
Dawn of an Aphotic EmpireThe eldritch bays of spectral hounds
traversed the scarlet tundra of the night;
Preternatural echoes inaudible to the mortal
mind shattered the aetheric veil. In a
serpent-drawn chariot, I ascended,
sable flames over a sanguine horizon,
above and beyond the reach of light.
And the venom fell in obsidian torrents;
Molgaroth, Jornaroth Ud AnnaanMolgaroth, Jornaroth ud annaan,
Darothaan sarudd kesgaroth,
Darothaan sarudd morakda.
Molgaroth, Jornaroth ud annaan.
Edarvenn molock, molock ud kaangln,
Tahedn yd kahansur kurdaruh.
Henglasvard magrothn oddn kushgaar,
SolitudeNothingness dwells in my life
Slowly my sorrow is blowing out
Each gleams of hope
I breathe in fragments of light
My frail breath
Drives my hollow heart