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Come!
Can you hear
the children of the night?
They howl with unholy madness!
In celebration of her abominations.
Let us rejoice
and join the phantoms of the nightside.
And witness
the infernal dance
of divine splendour.
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Oracular Phantasms
06:59
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I see distant apparitions
slough through the mist.
Arisen from the dampened
streams of consciousness
feasting upon the ecstasies.
Elated upon an altar of dissent.
Vomiting forth
venomous black gold.
Steeped in infinite gnosis.
Drenched in the current
of unholy ceremony.
I grasp burning sigils!
Those with no eyes
witness naught!
Oracular phantasms are,
upon me now.
I see whorrifying beauty
standing upon the precipice.
Rising from the labyrinth
betwixt the indomitable nightside.
Howling at the dying stars.
Motioning forth the terrible
certainty
Gazing beyond the golden spheres
of ancient lupine sorcery.
I witness I!
Supreme and exalted.
Beyond the yawning gap.
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Dweller Within The Gulf
08:11
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To acquiesce
the throne of perdition.
Unsheathed in the golden light.
All shall be revealed
of truth and failures.
From sickness to strength.
With the scars
of abandonment
I shall abscond
this earthly tomb.
Casting a shadow
over the avarice
of mortal ken.
Unveiling the hidden word
upon lofty peaks.
Grasping yearnfully
the keys to infinity
whilst gazing into
the aphotic eternity.
With a ravenous hunger
I stand upon the precipice
whilst worlds are colliding.
The aether sings back at me;
Stride across the chasm
do not falter or lead astray.
For the waters of oblivion
await the weary wanderer
of heights.
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Sulphurous Oscillations
03:25
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Gaze into the abyss
Unlocking the streams of consciousness.
Engulfed in the winds of rejuvenation.
Abhor the futility of pious men
and welcome the sulphurous oscillations.
To cleanse thy mundane madness
and bend the mastery
beyond the reach of tyranny and beams
of false light.
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These Darkened Shrines
07:25
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Revel in thy foulest horrors
and unto thee singeth
the psalms of perdition.
Draw the dagger across
the catacombs of thy heart
and dance upon pestilent winds.
Searching for substance
amongst these mundane spheres
and finding nothing
but hollow dust and echoes.
O how they speak! O They speak!
Entranced in intoxication
drenched in riddle and rime.
Rejoice!
The bearer of darkness
shalt illuminate our way
through these pillars
of subtle failures.
Cataclysmic abhorrence
and fatalistic ignorance
shalt be the derision
of non believers.
Our hands shalt be cleansed
in the blood of false idols.
None shalt seeketh these darkened
shrines.
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