Hark, O'Nightspirit, Father of my dark self, From within this realm, wherein Thou dwelleth, By the lake of blood, from which we feed to breed, I call silently for Thy presence, as I lay this oath, May the night carry my will, And may these old mountains forever remember this night, May the forest whisper my name, And may the storm bring these words to the end of all worlds, May the wise moon be my witness, As I swear on my honour In respect of my pride and darkness itself, That I shall rule by the blackest wisdom, O'Nightspirit, I am one with thee, I am the eternal power, I am the Emperor, Winds an storms, embrace us now, Lay waste the light of day, Open gates to darker lands, We spread our wings and fly away
THE LOSS AND CURSE OF REVERENCE
Memories or torment strikes me, Attempst 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 lights demise," By the fallen one I shall arise, Believer, Speake 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...
Decrystallizing Reason
Reason
This Demigod
Unto which you cluster
Sacrilege
You sacrifice the purity
Of the air beneath your wings
A slow and painful ritual
To burn the youth you lost
Demigod
Blasphemers walk among your flock
Despite your blindfold
Proudly you carry the stone on your back
Disillusioned
You plant your feet safely to the ground
Demigod
Blasphemers walk among your flock
As the stone
You have become
Not once did you cry
For the lost ones of your world
Your care is limited
To this demigod
Unto which you cluster
Reason
Decrystallize me
Demigod
I do blaspheme
The fallen you condemn
Your heart even free of hate
Yet, scared to death by their disbelief
To ordinary common sense
And with autumn closing in
Forcing life away
No mercy will impale your sin
Dead are your tears
