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The Blasted Heath
06:04
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West of Arkham,
The hills rise wild
Amidst old ruins
The shadows always lurk,
The glint of the sunlight
The wide chimneys crumbling
The desolation sprawled grey, a fine grey dust
There’s silence in the dim alleys between
And the floor is soft with moss and decay.
Relief, from that great wound that grips my mind
They unwrap, under grim woods, black roots - shallow mud tombs
Relief, from that black maw, that yawns inside
The doom in coloured shadows
His husky voice sank low,
His body leaned forward and cracked Engulf in water now
A deluge of sorrows
A bitter message from the stars
From beyond time to dust
The dark westward tangle
Where the woods turn grey
A yawning black maw
And the acrid strain of death
Relief was all that he shewed
Relief from the dark of the yawning black maw
Better under water now
Better under water since the strange days.
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Verum Inanis
06:27
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Raving, reduced into a mattering corpse
Carving, flesh of his flesh are the sermons of Void
Sealed with a mark of contempt
The husk of one such as him
Couldn’t have truly been void of life
Gaunt eyes cadaverous Limbs
Under Possession used as a scribe
The chamber surprisingly ridden of vermin
The thing that possessed him allowed for the drain
Parchments of skin lay still in the dust
Scrawled with a nail that was dipped in his blood
The vascular system has wormed from within
And spread on the cave like a fungal disease
No audible breath, excretion and pulse
His vitals in sync with the cycles of ages
Vessels exposed and forming new paths
Their forms are redrawn on the terrible pages
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Eremite
06:14
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He bore the mark of hunger
Curled mangling pain
His iris was dilated
On the eye that remained
Deprived of Respite
His face a work of scars
Leprous bright wounds
That never trully mend
His face a work of scars
That never truly mend
Relying upon the Void
To see him through the bitter end
He stood upon the serpent stone
And held a moments time
Then took the step that had him brought
Before the basalt shrine
He crossed his feet together
And took a pilgrims stance
His mangled fingers forming seals
That set his mind in trance
He reached inside his shriveled throat
And tore his blackened tongue
And chanted gargling blasphemies
Towards the world of man
The offering accepted but barely satisfied
The dweller of the shrine would have his one remaining eye
The eremite extruded a crude and broken blade
And with it took his one last eye and proved the name Unmade
Prepared for the occasion he cast a spell of sight
And finally bore witness to the Madness of the Shrine
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4. |
Procession
01:21
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Duskward Spire
07:26
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The crimson hunger of the sun
Disturbs the holy Void
The stars are wounds and matter
Stains emptiness
Eternal dusk, the bones are cast
Altered beings erect the basalt throne
The sky (is) beset with blossoms of scrying eyes
Strange with time and ruinous it was
Bound to the sky with ancient ties
The gate lies still and bright and cold
The old ones return in final form
Across old horizons
Deep below where time is not
Red dusk umber twilight
And the ridded light of dawn
A baneful constellation sets an eye
Upon this world
I sought the hidden piper
Discerned the goat unseen
Called forth the harbingers of time
Of dusks I dream
The ruby sky befalen
The sunken horns revealed
As depths devour the cosmic mire
Its dust I breathe
The crimson hunger of the sun
Disturbs the holy Void
The stars are wounds and matter
Stains emptiness
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6. |
Legacy of Filth
05:00
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Under the punishing rays of the sun
Smeared with the blood of his kin
On treacherous paths
Through desolate wastes
He carried his pitiful being
Writhing with open wounds blisters and sores
Attuned to the voice in his head
Accusing and hateful mocking and vile
Dictating the ways of the dead
Storm the places below
Primordial worms await
Eat from their succulent flesh
Drink from the cup of disease
Storm the places below
With fire and blood and the joining of beasts
Before the foreboding idols of alien godlings
The pulse of his blood despised by the sun
He is roaming this earths darkest places
Dark apostle one eyed lamb
You are lost in your lords
Thousand faces
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Crimson Witch Ritual
06:14
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The rite of the moon has summoned you
Smeared in human blood
Brought in this world to strike again
To bring death once more
Called by an ancient pagan order
A flock gathered around fire
Seized from nowhere
From the mother of the thousand young
A terror from beyond has awoken
Trailing, crawling towards blood
Standing tall like a tree
Like a black tree, moving with the wind
Ecstasy and hatred
Repulsive odor
Reciting in tongues, again and again
Praying to the old god, invoking Soggoth - to REIGN
To the Deathstar
Feed upon ignorance
Stain and desecrate purity
Feed upon ignorance
Rise up above the Void precipice
And follow the whispering howls astray
The strains of a repugnant malefice
Stringed together by spears of dismay
Ιn endless depths where only thoughts descend
There, dwell the magnificent children of the black goat
Rise up ancient one, crack the earth from within
And circle beyond, creation and time
Come forth insolence, the buried so deep
We divulge in ecstasy, to awaken the one who sleeps
Listen to the clatters of the silver chain
As you become the substance of the void
Dive into the crimson river
Spill your blood to the swirling vortex below
See the signs of the other world,
In the reflection of the moon upon the strangers eyes
Now the gate lies open
Egress the horrid womb
Trails of blood in its wake
And caress the bitter doom
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8. |
Nethermost Blasphemy
02:54
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