Shadowed moon that wields the Night
Awaiting the Fires of Unearthly Light
And in the rabid womb of Night forlorn
In forgotten realms where I was born
Beyond this space of time-suspend
Into the place that has No End…
The lies sired shall never be
Unto skies of fire I shall be free...
“For I am of Canaan, I am the past
I am the Evil, and I am the Last
For I shall seek what has never been sought
In the Land in which I have been damned to have forgot”
The lies sired shall never be
Unto skies of fire I shall be free
From the wrecked ruins of kingdoms past,
Whisper the frigid winds of truth at last:
In the chill, searing frost
In the grass and in the brush
In the stones and in the soil,
In the roots - It did toil
In the mountains and the towering peaks
The rushing seas can hear it speak
From spidery branches and dew-dripp'd leaves
From skeletal fingers that grasp the keys
Black moon that wields the Night
Reflect the Fires of Unearthly Light
From the rabid womb of Night forlorn
Of purest shades of Death
--I am sworn!
From every plain to haunted wood
The harrowing hellish fury stood
It beckons
It weeps
It destroys
It commands --
It haunts
It seduces
It Begins
It ENDS
It beckons
It weeps
It destroys
It commands --
It haunts
It seduces
It Begins
It ENDS
Black moon that wields the Night
Reflect the Fires of Unearthly Light
From the rabid womb of Night forlorn
Of purest shades of Death
--I am sworn!
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