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Curse you all men
Whose coil is strong
I recognise the sparrows heart
Beneath the theatre of misery
Disbelievers shalt by dawn
Be forced
To forever mourn
Curse you all men
The resent my empire
Cause I have risen again
At war this time
The truth I speak
Is your decease
My word is your defeat
And you shalt not
Be able to hide anymore
The prophecy will
Conquer at last
Your sense of reality
With mission to kill
The theatre of misery
He has risen again
Armed with the source of sin
And as humans shalt fade
He shalt inherit their strength
Men of the damned
You will reluctantly
Secure his eternal victory
Yes, you are indeed the few;
I am the one
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The heavens are lit by the stars where years of secrets of universal forces lay hid.
They shine so bright, but yet they have seen more evil than time itself. Reflected in the
deepless lakes they are drowning in black elements. They are the planetary keys
to unlimited wisdom and power for the Emperor to obtain. They bring the gods of the
wolves whom upon they bark at night, requesting their next victim in thirst of blood. I
enjoy those moments I may haunt with these beasts of the night. what kinds of beings
are existing at the deeps of my lakes? They surely must be of an evil race, for no
friendly thing can live in such depressive waters. Here is also a planet similar to the
moon, but its phases is only one and it is in its most powerful for all and ever... There
passes no light without the barking of the wolves. All these landscapes are timeless,
and this is all just a part of cosmos, but all is mine and past and future is yet to
discover... Much have been discovered, but tomorrow I will realise I existed before
myself. I will be reborn before I die. I will realise planets ages old, created by a ruler
with a crown of dragon claws, arrived with a stargate...
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As the wolves bark at the moon the 7th time
As the moon cast it's shadow towards the cliff's edge
As the woods are crying their hymns
to the almighty one
The darkenss consumes the happiness
At the witching hour He'll come forth
and cry the names of the chosen ones
He'll raise his voice of doom
He will carry the dust of the fallen warriors
He will bear the fires of hell in His eyes
He will walk among his souls tonight
He will carry the 7th golden sword
"and bear the sign of evil"
Hell on Earth, death and destruction
The fullmoon shines, and the angels whine
The moment of Armageddon is here
The ancient masters are back
He is in the wind, He is in the storm
He is in the woods, He is in the roots
Nobody will escape the wrath of the tyrant
Forever the beast shall wander the Earth
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Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of
black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of
centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far
up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach. The wizards,
my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my wrath. I travel
through time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the
eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the
mortals "discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to
me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that were destroyed in my
future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires have no
limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and
there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their
existence. I am them.
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Close your eyes
And gaze into this realm
That I reveal
See where eternities are born
Close your eyes
Behold the powers of the broken seal
See the liars bound in thorns
Fear
And you shall fall
Weakness suffocates your will
Dare
Yet never fail
Wisdom guides the one
The strong who can defy
Death
So I speak
Though, am I heard?
Wasting visions on a world of blinded fools
Still I scorn
The vacant contradiction of life
If only to bewilder
The final truth shall speak my name
Thus spake the nightspirit
Nightspirit
Spirit
Embrace my soul
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Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
Growing stronger once I enter my empire beyond
Emperium
Behold my coming
The fullmoon ride above me
Enlightening my realm in a silvery glow
Yet the shadows crawl beneath my storming sky
Guarding treasures from forbidden light
I still remember, though ages ago it seems
The first time I entered the gates
The revelation of ritual death
By which I became divine
Sacrifice of the life I had among the flesh of the light
And now I enter again
Even stronger, yet amazed by what I see
In ecstasy I mock the world
Suddenly I memorize
Asking what I left behind
Nothing
Can I ever comprehend?
Will my longing never end?
Never!
Drawn towards these lands again
Seeking death and sacred soil
I ride the longing winds of my blackened soul
Eternally
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in the wordless chamber
they feared death
desperately
thus they clustered to the fruits of the earth
craving dispersion
as if to avoid knowing why
in the wordless chamber
they feared life
desperately
thus they proclaimed any given truth
and swallowed
as if to justify their fear
he knew that there had been hordes of seers
before him
who set out to cure
though, the sick wished not to part with
their decease
as if it made them feel
alive
in the wordless chamber
he accepted desperation
and the unpredictable manifestations
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Deep Green Dark Chaos
Blinded I run down these paths
By heart I know them
They lead to the soaring cliffs
Stout they stand above the water's edge
Lifeless
And this is my foundation
Cold stone
Formed only by winds and time
How invulnerable
Lifeless
Ahh...
I have longed to be at one with this
Yet, the waters call my name
For once I wish to see
The entity behind the voice
The face of this seduction
The beauty of my pain
Am I blessed or am I cursed by thy presence?
What is my crime?
What is my deed?
Is this life my redemption?
Shall I repent or proceed?
I hate my flesh
Its dimension poisoned my soul with doubt
It made me question the essence of...
The 'I'
Slaves are those of this world
Given freedom to lay the chains upon The Master
The wolf is no longer free
Release the chains and come for me
Suddenly, his mournful cries were stunned.
Out of the cold mist came three enthralling ships.
Sails torn by many a storm, and the bows adorned by the
most fierce gargoyles he'd ever laid eyes upon. Yet, the
crew they bore... Three times twelve in numbers. They
stood motionless, wrapped in grey, worn gowns.
And from behind their shadowed faces the seductive chanting.
Bidding him on board. without hesitation, he accepted.
And away they sailed...
Upon these seas
Wherein I drowned so many times
I scatter the ashes of destiny
Still my flame is in hunger
With fire in my heart
Shall I greet the shores ahead
Though, I know not what will burn...
Desire...
Ahh...
In the distance
I hear the waves wash over solid ground
And in this moment I am struck blind
Grant me sight so I can see
That which lies ahead of me
Cursed be my mortal eyes
For dying in this realm of death
Hear my call...
I return to the soaring cliffs
They truly shine of strength
Even though I nothing learned
With strength I burn...
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O mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision. Thou
whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife. Thou whose
presence dwelth in every shadow. Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm. Harkee. Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou are the king of howling wolves. Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion nor will to answer whosever asketh the why. Thy path
is capricious but yet so wide. With no such thing as an impediment to strong. Every
time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine. I take another step towards Thy
Pantheon. Forever wilt I bleed for Thee, Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name.
Forever wilt I serve Thee. Thou shalt forever prevail.
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Mightiest am I, but I am not alone in this cosmos of mine. For the black hills consist of
black souls, souls that already died one thousand deaths. Behind the stone walls of
centuries they breed their black art. Boiling their spells in cauldrons of black gold. Far
up in the mountains, where the rain fall not far, yet the sun cannot reach. The wizards,
my servants, summon the souls of macrocosm. No age will escape my wrath. I travel
through time and I return to the future. I gather wisdom now lost. I visit again the
eternally ancient caves, before a mighty Emperor thereupon came. Watching the
mortals "discovering" my chronicles, guarded by the old demons, even unknown to
me. Once destroyed to feast upon the screaming souls that were destroyed in my
future. How many wizards that serve me with evil. I know not. My empires have no
limits. From the never ending mountains black, to the bottom lakes. I am the ruler and
there are in the hills in their stone homes of grief. Because I am the spirit of their
existence. I am them.
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Four eyes as two in one
The forward circular view
That never ends
An orbital voyage
Throughout this endless sphere of all
Where time is lost and everything transcends
A graceful presence
At stolen time
As ghosts to the world
Ghosts to the world
For ice, outside, are we apart
As cold and eerie mist to the hand
Ever floating on its coarse
Towards the heights of shadowland
Thus appear the truly sworn
To be seen
To be feared
Yet, not to be reached
Four eyes as two in one
Thus appear the truly sworn
As ghosts to the world
Thus appear the truly sworn
For ice, outside, are we apart
Thus appear the truly sworn
Cold and eerie mist. Burning
Thus appear the truly sworn
A graceful presence
At stolen time
Thus appear the truly sworn
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Landscapes
Entrance my mind with thoughts of ancient times
I wonder...
Did they walk this path
Open seas
An endless horizon they seam
I wonder...
Where did they go
Nightsky
Source of light and dark
I wonder...
Did they comprehend
Seasons running through my veins
Like snow melting on my skin
They crawl beyond my flesh
and gasp my yearning eyes
Alas!
The force of divinity
What caused its end...
I drown in thoughts
Yet, answers have abandoned this place
Long ago
Blood runs cold from my arm...
Another one is now to die
Is he the last to see
The graceful entity of Nature
Is he the last to have his heart and soul
Nailed in Her embrasce...
He passes on...
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O mighty Lord of the Night. Master of beasts. Bringer of awe and derision. Thou
whose spirit lieth upon every act of oppression, hatred and strife. Thou whose
presence dwelth in every shadow. Thou who strengthen the power of every quietus.
Thou who sway every plague and storm. Harkee. Thou art the Emperor of Darkness.
Thou are the king of howling wolves. Thou hath the power to force any light in wane.
Sans mercy. Sans compassion nor will to answer whosever asketh the why. Thy path
is capricious but yet so wide. With no such thing as an impediment to strong. Every
time thou consecrate me to another secret of Thine. I take another step towards Thy
Pantheon. Forever wilt I bleed for Thee, Forever wilt I praise Thy dreaded name.
Forever wilt I serve Thee. Thou shalt forever prevail.
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