Night descends... His mantle embraces the sun Unveiling reality at last Once again... Behind one of the distant suns I know his eye lies, a black sun Many have been his names Through the ages
But a mocking laughter I hear He has no name Many are his symbols But he is and he is not
His shadows, terrifying visions for the fool Pleasure for the wise His folly, death for the fool Wisdom for the strong
...and the events horizon is it your ancient mind? Or is it the black gate of Choronzon?
In obscure places he is adored By the lustful ways of darkness And I long for the obscene kiss That to him belongs and enlightens the necromancer
His body and his mind Abode of the old ones He is one he is many and he is not...
His might I feel at night A power from beyond the black gate Where he dwells And whence the beast shall be unleashed
...and I live drunk of your shadows and folly By the lascivious pleasures of evilTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
