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Barathrum: V.I.T.R.I.O.L. An Involution Of Thorns Eko, Azarak, Eko, Eko, Zamilak. Eko, Eko, Cernunnos Eko, Eko, Aradia. Darksome night and ardent moon, The chalice is passed, then ye fall North; Hearken to the enchantress' rune Listen to the words to cry ye forth. Earth and water, ether and fire, Wand and pentacle and sword, Toil ye unto our desire, Hearken ye unto our word. Unfettered and censet, scourge and knife, Powers of the enchantress' blade Waken all ye into life, Come ye as the charm is made. __________ Descent To Acheron (Evolving Into The Progression Of Woe) Pour water on thyself Thus shalt thou be A creator of the sun Charon will inhibit his entrance The fields and dwellings of relapsing ruins Find thou thyself in every star Achieve thou every possibility Listen! Heed not the siren-voice of thought The fable of river #5 Deliverme athwart the earth Forsaken loam of wondrous slumbers Thee spiritual and thee fertile A spawn of full equilibrium But whose availeth is in this, For hereby there comenth impair Facillis descensus Acherni Noctes atque dies patet Atri ianua Charnus Sed revocare gradun sperasque Evadere ad aurus, Hoc opus, hic labor est. There was not a formal sepulcher Not one sector for the interment Throth with thee empire of hope All effects are welcome to Styx __________ An Equinox Of Fathomless Disheartenment Ecliptic sects are obtained by fluxions Phenomenon of the Holy Qabalah will Intervene with the serpent of Daath The inmost godhead of Phallus Deems the temperament of Kan and Yi King Ancient attitudes of equipoise Drastic seasons of ceremonial permutations There is not a creation in the firmament The direction to conduct an angels choir I'm still pleeding to the heinous-eyed cherubim To see this bemired vesture of waste Equinox! You are the force of Lotus And the Path of live The venus in my cancer And consolidation of the dyad You are the strict joy of ectasy And the power of yellowish light Luster the garden of Kundry and cover Laetitia __________ The Thrice Is Greatest To Ninnigal The detestable xul Is chained to Ninnigal Acknowledge the prayers Subsequent to earth The seventh gate of Nana- 'Outcry thy sin!' While the sixth portal of Lord Mastema opens wide. Nana: God of the Moon: I convoke to thee. Our terra firma regrets burning the scriptures An abyss will seek menace towards the reign once again. Ostentation of your heart is A heart filled with lunar parallaxes If you look, The elders anticipate the arrival ...Of the black and amoral innocents If you look, The Celestial Pantheon will burn ...Burns the prediction of persecution __________ Infinite And Profane Thrones As we journey over to the summit We hear the echoes of dispossession Who is to worry about our affliction When my body departs from the shame The wickedness my sinfullness You may swell to the elysian fields But the befall of Marduk will trace the literal thruth The Utuk xul! Wine's Holy Fool! Whereby to capture and atone the clouded soul The weeping apparition looks for duration Conjectures of being vulgar, then godless ways Euphony sounds the sanctum bell I will structure the ordained spell Guide the mistress versus the throne Here's the first seed of the inquisition Black lake current sailed past the rushes Dismal heights will melt the scarlet snow I'll give my sorrow to the lady in white 'O' pale flower, you'll feel the vein in depth.' The wanderers of the eroded The gates of Ganzir! The Magnum Opus The Xenolith! Monuments of a vanquished civilization A cenotaph of theomorphic conjurations Sempiternity of the ones of our underworld Archetypal images awaits the declivity Infinite and profane thrones Absymal sighs of the damned Feel the intention by depressing your own god. __________ Fantasizing To The Third Of The Pagan Vision (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore Act II) I stood before my reflection With a beloved adherent Waiting beneath the cross for a purpose To drink my tepid blood from the chalice Impart thou in the text of Scourge And cleft through the veil of the virgin Purity is to live To the highest; and the highest is unjust (Chorus:) Fantasizing to the third of my gentile sight In the gate of the mind appears And arise with turbulence called I The artfullness of the blind Shabbathai For thee have I worshipped the Stars I cried, while you perpetually died ...On top of Black Montanus of thy Septentrio Animus of an aged Tetragrammaton With stains, a lucid cicatrix of disgrace With joyful, elated Endeavour O lilywhite goat Frail as a thicket of thorns With a collar of gold for thy throat A crimson bow for thy horns O lilywhite goat You made ma Paganal dreams erroneous __________ An Evolution Of Horns Goat of the welkin, A goat that dwells, Horned conqueror of the night Lend your skill unto the spell, And force our will by magick rite. By all the endowment of land and sea By all the might of moon and sun As we do will, so mote it be; Chant the spell, and be it done. Eko, Eko, Azarak, Eko, Eko, Zamilak. Eko, Eko, Cernunnos, Eko, Eko, Aradia. The Sun Of Tiphareth Apzu Sea of uruk I taste the salt of you I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh Dumuzi Apzu Your allure is so very pure Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa You shall drown the fearless ones The sword of Lapis Lazuli Diadem Your fullness and strength is my delight Edin Na Zu, Edin Na Zu The stars have spoken to me They've told me the tale of your past Battles were clashed by you Long before the cosmos existed O' mountains of Mashu Please help me to find the grey stone I lost it, yet it's symbol unequals your race I am in search of the Northern Nineveh; it's beyond the hills of Zagros I thrust my sword onto the veil, and then, in the Earth Reversed lightning strikes Sumerian sands They glance at me with eyes of Sunkun Varloorni Their eyes flare red with glowing embers Follow the path of gold and ye shall find the symbols: Arra, Agga, and Bandar In my sleeping village of Bet Durrabia, Shabatu forces the nineteenth hour Ye go to thy Apzu; the unsightly abyss of Enidu Ye go to thy Apzu; the impious axis of Enidu I have traveled beneth the seas in search of our master's palace I have finally found the grey stone of the immemorial ones I have raised my armies in the lands of the eastern, summoning hordes I have seen Ngga, God of Heathens, as my sword Diadem gleams The cosmos shall be greeted from the blood of thez serpent A serpent well known as Tehom Mummu Tiamat Man shall be greeted from the blood of Kingu Thy queen of mashu will haunt the vision of your breed O' my queen, I feel your skin of white, I touch your breasts of life, yet there's a battle I must fight Zagros, Avagon, Ngga, Shabatu Thy skin of white misses you Please don't leave me ever, nevermore Unless you go, please take me with you We'll ride onto wings of Anzu I heard the bellow of wolves behind the half-burnt waves The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark Munus Sigsigga Ag Bara ye Innin Aggish Xashxur Gishnu urma Apzu __________ Feis Mor Tir Na N'og (Across The North Sea To Visnech) Across the northern seas, we travel The cold freezing winds will arouse us Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon Transformed by our mother, we are I am CuChulainn, the warrior of Ulster We'll search the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og The sea god guides our ship to Ireland The storms push us to the palace of Visnech Our swords with fire are rising Our axes with fire have risen The call from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air Warriors answered the horn behind the western lands Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond the thorned hills Acknowledging the commands from the king Our play lies north to the path of Nite And brings us upon the fortress walls where battles raged Raise the magick hammer of Mjollnir Your underworld of Annwvyn draws us through Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep with you I kiss the naked skin of white I lust your black hair, my woman divine I see a holocaust in your eyes (You are my princess of live) (You are my princess of life) Feis Mor Tir Na N'Og In the land of Visnech, the darkness never sinks away All will fall upon the southern steel, yet behind the burning fires Now, we bathe at the bleeding coast, while women laugh with the Gailant knights How sad is it to see my father's fallen halls? Can I feel the pure blast from the frigid winds? I awake the gods Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo Ulster In order to worship with fire and sword The storms shall force us to the palace of Visnech Cold, cold, how cold are the plains of Lugh? You should ask thy Emer to reply We've finally found the last paradise It remains in the light of Tir Na N'Og With the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god We shall complete our long excursion __________ Cyntefyn's Fountain The dragon's guide is chance When the waters are disturbed In the name of the great Pythoness Cyntefyn burns with the ground __________ A Quest Into The 77th Novel Long ago - in the shade of timberlands Horses and wolves united - with our invoking orbit In order to blister - the green summer plains We heard commands - from our benighted master: "Reap from the illumated sky ...and become visible to thy eye!" "I beseech thee; I entreat me" "O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!" We stand here to cultivate And summon smoke from the meadow A sweep of an athame (The widdershin), willunlock the deep portals Long ago - in the shade of timberlands Horses and wolves united - with our invoking orbit In order to blister - the green summer plains We heard commands - from our benighted master: "Ye overseer of the watchtowers below all clouds; we thank you for framing the Rite of Hagiel. Bygone and beyond, we must always and without ease, be explused. The season or solstice is complete when the shepherd of Wolves lie upon vanishing hill's way. We shall lure thy lost flock from shadows onto day. Aloneness is our space of winged sleep and sight; therefore, watchtowers burn before the lift of the twilight" __________ The Coming Of War Evil Summoned to war Eternal conquest for power Gathering armies of death To fight and kill at will Sinister weapons of war Piercing metal and man Warriors Mounted on steeds Ride out into the mist Awaiting The signal to attack Swords clash and men fall to their death Aimless pawn Only to die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest Endless Eternal Pain Thousands die for a king Wretched Weary souls Raging battle never ends Hatred Inflicting death Destroying the weak at heart Eternity Becomes less War has drawn to an end Overthrown The emperor falls in defeat Great halls Crack and decay with neglect Dethroned He cries out in vengeance Impaler Mark is words of death Shadows Crusades of the past Triumph through the fog Sunsets drip into dusk Flows like blood on my blade Massacre the feckless breed Dismiss all empty thrones Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair Awaiting The signal to attack Swords clash and men fall to their death Aimless pawn Only to die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest __________ The Sun Of Tipharet Join us into hresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth The sten stars of Assiah wonders why the meadows are torched The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters) A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff ...and watches the thieves of serpents (worm of the eight-fold-star) Join us into tresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu the sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls Tiphareth! Your lordship is the sixth sword that triumphs teh jagged blade Strike it downward to a rusty point ...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow "Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison" I am above you and I am inside you My fierce eroticism is in yours "For he is ever a sun, and for he is the winged secret flame" I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth The ten stars of Assiah wonders why meadows are torched ...And Shinet Unto The Cold Cometh... ...And Shinet Unto The Cold Cometh... Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. The last of Ka drifts across the river - Our sky outside has not been named. Two Ugalla-demons start their battle - Tempest of the creek is floored in flames. Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather - Sea-dwelling floods reply without names. Taste the salty tides of the Apzu - Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame. Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed. (Chorus:) 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against Azzta's truth. 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against Azzta's truth. 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against Azzta's truth. Ea's eye is the way... We are the ones who know the mountain passes, and we'll search the battlefields, in order to find the essential weapons corroded within the tan dust. Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength, so Tiamat sneers with the hate and commands the storm-chariot of the horses. Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down, but cannot fill our veins with venom. We warned you twice: "We command the Mushussu!" "Sharp of tooth and strike of fang!" "Horned serpent of the unclaimed!" "Shine!" Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!" With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!" In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!" Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen, So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!" ...AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH... __________ Akhera Goiti - Akhera Beiti (One Black Opalith For Tomorrow) Between the sunset's bloodstained veil, Thy horned prospect reflects on me. The he-goat above - The she-goat below Cried through beads of mirrored tears It fills the air! - It fills the air! An atmosphere that hath no key. I'm disguised by the kindle of nite and I can fill your liquid, glass heart Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun of which our lustful ways are performed. Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Akhera-goiti Akhera-beiti Fantasies I realized Dance of thorns, I thrive For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself. "We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow." The Third Storm Of Cythraul Prelusion To Cythraul "Any who live alone, long only for mercy, the mercy of truth is among your traits of bloodlust and vein. You have not, in all this time, returned to the lowland of your ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten, dirt track down the side of a small, grass-covered knoll. It is near the round hillfort that your cavaliers call the dun. The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort that words can tell. You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition, as others will be, in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and give your thoughts complete utterance. For there are none surviving now, to whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire." "You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind, to wait for the proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed from the creed, under the sigil of the blade, then the number. In an instant, the feeble and the foreigners lie North from here. In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and tyrant raised their powers above your head. You are separated from your kin, by far distance, of Time and Tide. You will remember your comrades well, as they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness. And though you will only see shades of what once was, you will hear their songs and music forever." "As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat smoke scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall recall the winter zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity." The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs sounded a death rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids, Before his death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered, "I have granted intelligence towards the crown unto thee. If you teach him well..." Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul. It's only just begun... __________ Highland Tyrant Attack "You will hear my commands when cries never fade!" "I grasp my pole-ax in hand with stock, steel, and mace!" "I clutch the soulless winds that stir the Ginder trees!" "I extol beneath a wrathful, yet a constant lunar eye!" The last clash will crown one son to the Pictish throne. "My father's the king!" cries this tyrant, aimed for bloodshed. Three flags will fly between the Esk and Dee rivers. "The triumph's my king!" screams this baron son, devised for war. Follow the tracks of this mailed horseman (geared with pole-ax in his hand). The blades from Balkan Hills are sharpened (cut for slaying and whetted to fight). The child has proven his gallantry (he shall not abuse Teutonic codes). He's spiked and sent forth in a frenzy (their king sits at his table). "Far free of these castle walls, I thought I heard your scream!" (Chorus:) This is the Highland Tyrant Attack! They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry. Highland Tyrant Attack! The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies. Highland Tyrant Attack! Garters on their left arms are fastened for chivalry. Highland Tyrant Attack! All of the vanquished battalions are thrown into the corries. Highland Tyrant Attack! They eradicate the feeble by their Celtic law of tanistry. Highland Tyrant Attack! The rank of the cnihthad is the onslaught for their enemies. Highland Tyrant Attack! "Our flags have soared O'er the Esk and Dee rivers!" "We, the cnihts, are crowned for tier and not our lies!" "Horse and Hattock took us back to the realm of Balkan Hills!" "We, the cnihts, have formed the lines, before the rites!" "We'el pursue to spit on their pledge and curse them, as the light breaks!" "...But is our king still sitting at his table?" __________ A Magician's Lapis-Lazuli He gave me the noble, enduring crown. He gave me the high throne of kingship. He gave me the imperial, regal sceptre. He gave me the laws of the realm. He gave me the facts of the Kurgarra. He gave me descend in this undersphere. He gave me the dagger; he gave me the sword. He gave me the staff and unphallic wand. He gave me concern. He gave me dismay. He gave me consternation. He gave me the art of this song. He gave me procreation. Dumuzi! (Chorus:) A magician's lapis-lazuli gleams in Urik, descending to my undersphere. A magician's lapis-lazuli reflects onto the Temples of Offal. A magician's lapis-lazuli excels in Ur, descending to their underworld. ...is placed on Shugurra, the crown of the Steppe. He gave me the craft of the spell; he gave me determination. He gave me the craft of a charm; he gave me an invocation. He gave me wine of Geshtinanna; he gave me determination. He gave me oracles of the lil; he gave me half a year. He gave me a sail on an Anzu-Bird; he gave me notes of thunder. He gave me the feathers from it's wing; he gave me regalement. He gave me a mark of the fiend; he gave me roots from the Huluppu-Tree; He gave me travel of the Apzu; he gave me the Lapis-Lazuli. A Magician's Lapis-Lazuli! __________ Swords And Leather ...With sword at my side, The horns sound the call of assembly. Black fuckin' leather is my way of life, as flames and burning winds cover the Earth! (Slaughter!) Miles of frozen lands are far behind us... We ride along the margin of the woods. O' great is the black swords of Eire. Thus to speak is the shame of your lord. We ride through the bleak winter skies; hearts full of hate and steel shining bright! Alas, it's ill, to walk in my shadow... O' master of doom, you are alone. In chariots of fire we went forth, To call the spell of blazing flames. My black sword of Eire has returned. In glory, of the land, of the flame. Child of wisdom and words... Son of magick and the sword. Call the spells of burning winds!! (Chorus:) Swords and leather - ...with steel, flame, and honor! Swords and leather - ...our brave hearts will conquer! Swords and leather - ...with steel, flame, and honor! Swords and leather - ...our Celtic blood will conquer! ...With sword at my side, The horns sound the call of assembly. Black fuckin' leather is our way of life, as flames and burning winds cover the Earth! (Slaughter!!!) __________ The Winter Zephyr (...Within Kingdoms Of Mist) One silver cloud collapsed below the glow of a harvest fullmoon. `Cause we're here to make an oath and we'll raise our realm in a sky of maroon. Our stratosphere turned dark; however, the Western winds never stopped blowing. All deceiving religions fall, we'll gonna close our hands, and make our own way. (Chorus:) Ignite the wroth flames - 3 fires to the sky Before the violence, We stand before the most, wild beast. We'll rape the peace. Once again, We summon you, To join us all! Standing upon the sand of the shores was a Queen, with a crown, of 13 stars. She worships the dragon above, which exalts impiety in that wild beast. Our father is here with us and we'll summon you to join us. If we're bonded by jewels and blood on our fists, then we hail you within kingdoms of mist. Gorias! (The silver sword of the moon) Finias! (The flaming lancet of the sun) The winter zephyr warps the power of Sessair - 3 morbid screams! __________ Morbid Scream A barbaric land where the sword is the law, and killing is the way of life. An infernal wasteland and down a barren plain; A warrior stands the test of fate. His face is cracked from the wicked hands of time, and scars from war have past, Taking the reins from a shadowy steed, I shall kill the foyus at it's layer! Morbid Scream! Skulls and bones lie relics in the sand; Remembrance of men that came before. The ground is scorched from the dragon's breath, and corpses burned to stench and ash. I awake in fury when the dragon attacks; Advancing in anger - spitting fire. Our barbarous laws, my thundering axe, yet we'll fight the beast to it's death! __________ Customs Of Tasseomancy (Quoth The Sky, Nevermore Act I) Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead. Madeleine, my animated sister, you're dim like the candle in my dreams. You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide. (The gypsy that deludes me with copulation) So, let me form the contours of your trance and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud. Ginger trees exhibit eyeless shades of trust. Sapphire flickers of light divorce the leaves from an Oak. Kali Ma! Kali Ma! You incise me with claw and nail. You hold the rings of Siva. You hold the shapes of melted wax. (Chorus:) Praise this disrespectful light for crashing down. Tasseomancy! Time frames shall warp you through the frames of time. Tasseomancy! Ta gaoth lugha lamhfhada ag eiteall anocht san aer! Magdalens, Tu non lou dises pas de bon cor! If the process of the incantations were done incorrectly, then sketches of the moon whined with the melted ice (...oh, so slowly) Two spheres are calling me to the "grounds" where I use to plead. Madeleine, my animated sister, you are dim like the candle in my dreams. You are the Succubus of twilight and eventide. (The gypsy that deludes me with copulation) So, let me form the contours of your trance and lament with the virga that cries from a cloud. __________ ...Of Celtic Fire We Are Born Outside the winter zephyr, When fables of sabers were strong. "...For thou hast said in our hearts..." "...From Celtic flames, we are born." The Sky Clad flocks a carnal war, So invoke their heartless cries. "Crom Croich's at our side." "He's made of gold, so shall we ride?" From the mounts of Antrim, Towards the glens of Visnech. "...For thou has said in our hearts..." "...From Celtic flames, we are born." Any who live alone, Long onlt for mercy. "Proud, young men will die!" "Fir Bolg rides the half light!" "We have arrived at the Stone of Destiny (Tara)." "We have reached the Perdition of Ibid (Cythraul)." "We comprehend the Lar of the Folk." "Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir." "We solemnize the last of the Druids." "Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir." Falias! Murias! The passage is clear when Epona rides She reaps through cloudbursts of rain that sighs The course is laid when Sky Clad rides Ler is watching - "Proud, young men will die!" "We apprehend these thoughts: (Fea Nemon)." "Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir." "We shall live forever in the land of Inisfail." "Chuaigh muid ar na canai areir." Murias! Falias! __________ Akhera Goiti - Akhera Beiti (One Black Opalith For Tomorrow) "He who lives alone, longs only for mercy, the mercy of falling on his side. The brave have perished in laurel-crowned glory, yet the brave shall carry the name of Eire into eternity." "Eternity is like a flame, it's essence is so limitless." "Eternity is a deathless pith covering the Southern and burning shores of his paradise, the Tir Na N'og. When legends of steel were strong, it was louder than any uproar of thunder." "...of Celtic fire, he was born. He will live on... FOREVER." In The Eyes Of Ioldanach V.I.T.R.I.O.L. They stare towards the heart They stare at the stone He'll upend the plate of angles; She'll upend the plate of angles V dashes of Mercury And Asarus Alchemy Will channel V archangels... V archangels (Chorus I:) "In the Sun we remember; In the planets we forget We've come unto a hall and Asaru is who we've met" Huluppu roots are forked Like veins in a canny hand; Their leaves have scuttled In spiraled force A VI fold nova, Fleurs de lys... V cards are placed in the hand of the course. (Chorus II:) "O' Abyssia we recall; In spiraled force, they will fall Man, staff and the silver gilt key shall take us to V.I.T.R.I.O.L." "Dreamer!" - "Redeemer!" "Dreamer!" - "Redeemer!" "Dreamer!" - "Redeemer!" "The Abyss!" - "V.I.T.R.I.O.L.!" Their Universe... It's constantly changing, And every change in force It's constantly dying. Svaddistthana - Sakkya-ditti Rearrange V cards, yet are they lying? Closing verdant curtains Closure is the apex; One curve is the asp, But the snake is a path in light These twins are emerging, Geminis still verging, Yet Atu still carries the knife. __________ Hallstatt From an empty house... In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased. "We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!" In order to see such a legacy, fire burned with a past that turned; Anvils were forged at an early stage, molded as cats or iarn-leastair. Ioldanach has spied on this mistery, yet he's enkindled by the light With hues of argent lightning and ore of purem the salt grants them mastery and might. "We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!" Hallstatt An Salaan An Bas (Troid Warrior:) "I see a battle; I feel the warp-spasm!" (Ioldanach:) The poised warrior yowls with blood about his belt. (Troid Warrior:) "Nothing shall draw my eyes away..." (Ioldanach:) His heart stirs atrociously, now to think. (Troid Warrior:) "I convey the names to the planes of Destiny!" (Ioldanach:) The poised warrior seeks an ancient seat foe the Stone. (Troid Warrior:) "Wild, whistling winds still laugh at my howls!" (Ioldanach:) These acts of tale-telling dilate him to hate. Hallstatt An Salaan An Bas The young ones of Hallstatt, and the sky Silver-ilked spears have been whetted Vast hilts and sheeny torques of gold; Crafted from vanquished legacies. Hallstatt An Salaan An Bas "Spirit of horsemen and spirit of iron age acclaim The fame for 2000 crypts at Hallstatt!" To an empty home. In take-flight, the grey hawks verged upon a sunless sky Wild, whistling winds carried them sorely, and sailed them bristly in the same shady sky. In take-ground, branded the mark of hall and heave; their martyrs never left 2000 years, 2000 urn-burials, 2000 lies have now been erased. "We'll kneel towards the foyer with our precious salz! We'll sound with horn, clash with wood and cleave with calls! We've whittled the blades of Hallstattian swords!" __________ Manannan I am a wave - on the rapt Cythraul I am a flood - across the croggy plain I am a wind - of seven gates I am a tear - the Sun lets fall I am - Manannan Mac Lir - Noble warrior of lycanthropy I am - Fachta High King - To shake thy cloak shall bring outbreak I am a tide - that drags to engulfment I am a current - a compass towards Visnech I am a tempest - the onslaught of outburst I am a zephyr - theirs is second pain I am - Manannan Mac Lir - Avatar from sail to sea Thy horse - Aonbharr Grand Steed - Chariots forever lead I am an ocean womb - of all abysms I am a blaze - for every burning bathym I am a lure - of the plumbless benthos I am a breaker - bottomlessness doom I am - Manannan Mac Lir - Shape-changer; lar of Deep Thy Sword - Fragarch "The Answerer..." Remember me thou art all wind And back with gusts thou shalt return. I'm the hawk - above this cliff, behind the waves I'm the thorn - exude this rose, yet fleece the sky ...fleece the sky I'm the hill - where poets walk and Tara lies I'm the throne - from a tantalizing glimpse ...from a tantalizing glimpse. Hear the thunder roll I am - Manannan And fear the sky shall fall! __________ Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle Your five-fold kiss was rather invoking; Beside the chancel is your unphallic wand, And use it wisely in order to fly. Moonfire! Allaxitos! My jewel is the lust from your kiss; Your breasts made me the lover of the three-fold locus, So take thy hand and join me for elixir, And we shall ride the portentous serpent tonight. Your five fold tongue has defiled me, I'm stranded by the tree of Storax Thus, we banish your unphallic wand, In order to make our nexus ecstasy Moonfire! Cum to me. Allaxitos! Cum with thee. Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle! Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle! Never Blow Out The Eastern Candle! FOREVER Tara Pillars Of Mercy I (still) admire the flow of echoing horns. Mimicking blows so boldly, I hear... I stand visibly, high, on this splendid bastion, To remember a High King, a tyrant of no fear I am the first son - a commander without a father, "Fortuitous doom," the last of his predictions. I'll take advantage by igniting the balusters... Preparing enraged flames with sweltering speed. (These are the) Pillars Of Mercy! Today, I am callous... Tomorrow, I am king - Immortal, strong, exultant, and conquering! Pillars Of Mercy! My song and my word are iniquitous - Gathering assemblies in days gone by! (Fire burns with the) Pillars Of Mercy! My chariot races through saw-toothed hills, And hurls through every valley and mere! Pillars Of Mercy! Watchtowers collapse before the lift of the twilight, I am swift in battle - My voice is heard! Pillars Of Mercy! Frost, fire, and wind are pelting all the columns... There is no dilution for them to fight again! Only three chariots are seen on the charred plains - Through all the throngs and clusters, lambs and stallions! "If you should speak to me now, Then I will chamber Tara's pinnacle. Why my father? Another damning scuffle? I (still) admire the sound of echoing horns!" (Those were the) Pillars Of Mercy! Frenzied vultures gnawed the necks of dead men, As the sturdy, gilded columns had seethed! Pillars Of Mercy! Enemies' blood spurted like volley sprigs- The blustery fight was planned, then fought! (Flames flayed on the) Pillars Of Mercy! Their vapid minds were troubled and sides were pierced- And warlike deeds had been fulfilled! Pillars Of Mercy! We saluted chieftains on the regal Tara - We hailed the tyrants that governed our waters! Pillars Of Mercy! Strike! There shall be no lack of dignity, For those who oppose them. "There Will Be Pillars Of Mercy!" __________ A Shield With An Iron Face A Cairn warrior dressed in his harness feeling fury and frenzy. His silky top had blood stained gauze stretched across his pecks. His tartan had lines of symmetry running east and west. An embellished shield with an iron face was embraced in his left hand. "I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing... at the lift!" "I welcome thee, o' victorious, I'm skirmishing... by the dark!" He rushed to feed the fire, As honor gained him a home - He veered beyond the pyres, The Son of Cairn sat enthroned. An iron shield gaped toward the sky, With oak wood and leather backing; Reprisal lead the way to his mind, And so it did. "Ci bhfuilimid ag dul amarach?" ("Where are we marching tomorrow?") A shield with an iron face gapes towards the sky, The death of a man is never going to die. A resolute falcon gawks back at the armor - On the wing, yet on the lifting hour. __________ The Cognate House Of Courtly Witches Lies West Of County Meath I am the one to seek the courtly witch - She is the one to find me. I am the one to yearn the dazzling bitch - She is the one to bind me. So I say, the spell has begun! "The darkness is starting and control is done..." Stones of power inside this sphere are stark stones of magick - I am joining the mystic ring, with this woman, as we implore. We do implore. I am aiding the mystic writ; I am gifted knowledge from deep wells! Candle of fire, candle of might, Create my desires here on this night - This candles stream is suddenly flaming higher! Bring to me my heart's desire, My words of strength are suddenly hung, So I proudly state this spell has begun! Stones of power within ire are strong stones of cabal. I am joined int he magick round, with this bitch, as we implore. We shall explore. With Paralda by my side, I am granted sylphs and zephyrs! Show me the rings of your cosmic fire, Make my pathway carved and clear. Give me a code that's no will of mine, To show me your presence is here! Courtly witch of the beast - Courtly bitch of the daring arm, I am your tyro, yet never alarmed! A dash of thistle, and in my dreams - Give me the silver-gilt key, That will unlock the spell... Courtly witch, assist me! __________ She Cries The Quiet Lake Stones of power Stillness of her spawn Gems of symbols Re-illuminating Dawn She cries the quiet lake Weeping waters Taciturnity Found She cries the quiet lake Dripping ruptures Immortality Bound Enduring - death is mine to keep Timelessness - unborn in timely shape Balancing - between stone and sky Promulgate - lamentations Continually - she wails and she whines Nonetheless - linking stone to sky Leveling - the tarns to the tides Circulate - limpid-forming tears "The darkness is starting and control is done: The cosmic light is fading, as the shadow's won." It's the lake of your liquid, glass heart It's bringing your writ; it's bringing you tears It's filling your thirst and never with fears It's the tears of my liquid, glass heart __________ From Ancient Times (Starless Skies Burn To Ash) Blazing to their pikes Turning to dust Gusting with the wind They (still) dream of an older delusion Reigning, raining Dampening the empire Their excursion burns with the ashes Calm lakes mirrored Glistening everywhere They rove through the waters and fires Silent seas paused Enlightening low light Their visions for imperishability The weakened flesh Expecting downfall Their ashes spread through lightless, starless skies The Eminence Not expecting wind They (now) think of a newer illusion Praise - The ancient times As Earth - Equates their end Command - The ancient times Like Tara - Shall never pretend Dies - Irae, dies illa Quidquid - Latet adparebit Nil - Inultum remanebit Depose - Towards ancient times __________ Four Crossed Wands (Spell 181) I'm the Knight of Wands - Yodh is in the name I'm swift and violent - Transient! The fiery part of Fire - I'm a lightning flash Between the symbol, and the natal force. She's the Queen of Wands - He is in the name She's fermenting, yet Transmitting! The watery part of Fire - She's quick to receive Between the surface, And the process of (pro) creation. Kan! King! 51st Hexagram A warrior in complete armor With wand in the left hand and torch in the right. (181) Su! Queen! 17th Hexagram Her crown is topped with a winged sphere, And rayed with flames. (181) He's the Prince of Wands - Vau is in the name He's manifesting, but Transcending! The airy part of Fire - He's the "Dying God!" Between the virtue, and the Leader of his caste. Ye King! Ye King! 42nd Hexagram A shrouded warrior in full-scale armour - On his chest, he bears the sigil "To Mega Qhrion." Four Crossed Wands! Z Queen! Z Queen! 27th Hexagram Her crown is surged with a disque of the Sun And once again, rayed with fire. "They observe no regular rule in the ordering of their hearts." She's the Princess of Wands - He is in the name She's crystallizing, yet Transposing! The earthy part of Fire - She's absorbing Between the Silence, and the 10th of May. __________ Vorago (Spell 182) I am not limited to this Underworld. I am settled in this Barrenness. I am kept in this Emptiness. I am not restricted to this Underworld. (182) I travel Earth in the train of You. I offer Earth to reach the field of You. I walk Earth to see the mark of You. I proffer Earth to feel the lure of You. (182) (Foreknowledge) Hail to you, prime mover of the Deep. Sun of the heart: possessor of Voids. The awe of whom created This. The thirst of this revered Abyss. (182) (Adaeot) Beings, By-comings, Thoughts... Monads, Atoms, Waves... Apertures, Gulfs, Chasms... Results Amongst Results! I have made, for myself, a space within Time. I mutely descend to the cavity of my Cell. I am the furtive seeker ensnared Underneath. Vorago! My gray wand is your Bout. Your grandeur is my Time. My sunray si your Beam. Your splendor is my Turn. My circlet is your Crown. Your allure is my Shape. My pattern is your Kind. Your extent is my Scope. My seat is your Center. Your merit is my Dint. My throne is your Rule. Your misdeed is my Sin. My void is your Stone. Your retort is my Key. My stone is Yourself. Your result is my Fate. VORAGO! Seeing Through Illusions! Naught = Many = Two! Seeing Through Illusions! One = All = Eight! "O' you abyssic essence who is before me and who follows after my heart, usher me in at your usherings, for you are the one who guides me, who escorts my anima under the Earth, as I am a soul who is stark in Vorago." __________ Stone Of Destiny (...For Magh Slecht And Ard Righ) We are three high kings in honor. We are the midst of Dagda's spell - We are three armored forces, and We are the gold-torqued leaders. Three wild horsemen: Three fearless in combat - Three gold-crowned conjurers of clash, yet Three clannish chiefs from the Kingdom of Midhe... The leading, foremost tyrant - The subsequent tormentor, and The past intimidator of Cythriul Are impending. "Has there ever been a better idol than Dagda? Will there ever be a better icon than myself?" "In the yes of myself, I fervently speak." The trio goes out at dawn. Fiercely, we plan to fight our assailants: Three of us versus three thousand - complete. "In the eyes of myself, I adroitly scream!" "We Will Arrive At The Stone Of Destiny." (Tara) "We Will Reach The Perdition Of Ibid." (Cythriul) Invincible - we are to their spears! Intrepidly - we occupy our posts! A Forecast Of Destiny! Invisible - they are to their hands! Insolently - they amuse their own pride! Interchangeability - Innerchangeability! "With the sway of myself, weather means disaster. I affirm each day for the men of the brave." As our swords of steel, their mead, and courage are fused. Is it not the throne for our Master of the Gulch? On its trim are rings of pearls, polished. One seat remains near the jaded citadel. "The plains of adoration do lie somewhere below Tara, way below Tara, as a matter of fact. Sometimes give as Moyslaught and as always, Crom Cruach is welcomed." "With the sway of myself, weather means disaster. I affirm each day for the men of the brave." "The notorious Klan stands by the ramparts at Tara where all enemies are approaching. Being bound by a geis, the three have no choice but to stand against the feeble units. Enveloping in an opaque mist, they suddenly find themselves in a magical place where they are received by the deity Manann¡n and a courtly witch. Finally, they begin to walk up the steep grassland of Tara, with wand and sword, which enables them to distinguish the truth from the lies." It is the chair for our Master of the Tor. It is embellished with bullion - marked. It remains on top of the lofty mound. It streams gray and silver lining. It will be an accolade given to us. That is, by the third of the last king.