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,
ShapeshifterShapeshifter and guardian of nature, I am the devourer of fear.
From my demonic inspiration and savage delights, I hate the humans.
Your dreams are my hunting grounds and your terrors are my trophies.
Astral projection through the aeons, I become your nightmare.
Shapeshifter and phobophage, you agonize under my torments.
Proud of my semblance to demons of antiquity.
My howls resonate inside your soul, my fangs glow in the blackness,
My hooves crush your joints, My claws rip you to shreds,
Shub-NiggurathMist over the land
shadow between the trees
witches around the stone
invocations in the air
the deep night moves
over the stars
""Ever Their praises, and abundance to the Black Goat of the Woods. Iä! Shub-Niggurath!
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
The Diabolical ApexThe caliginous night hangs like a shroud,
a shadow-hoard of moribund souls
and mortal stars long-extinguished.
The deceased never sleep. ...
and in this corporeal perdition,
amicable dreams are forbidden.