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Memories of torment strikes me
Attempts were made to suffocate me at birth
Fools
I was already ancient
Thou can not kill what breeds within Thee
Alas, this agony
The emptiness of earthborn pride
Hath stirred my faithful heart
Which guided me to darker paths
Far away from their pestilent ways
Cleansed was I from deceitful grace
Yet, put to scorn was I
By those unclean
Enslaved by ignorance
They blindly spat upon the deity of hate
Awake is the darkest fiend
By the fallen one I shall arise
Upon bewildered masses
To whom the indulgence of my soul
Portray as sin made god
I shall revile and quell the source
Whence mockery of my kind derive
This I know
Facile shalt my quest not come to pass
Deathwish be my gift to all at last
Honour
Commended no longer as virtue
Yet, shalt be extolled by light's demise
By the fallen one I shall arise
Believer
Speak not to me of justice
For none have I ever seen
By god, I shall give as I receive
Betrayer
Speak not to me at all
You and this world ripped my fucking heart out
Again...and again...and again...
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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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