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Gates of Destiny
16:00
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Harrowing winds rend the sky
Trumpets blast homecoming's march
Onwards in Triumph earth quakes
From battles crimson and grim
Kingdom upon kingdom razed
Graven effigies ashen cold
Monoliths of Empyrean might
Assault the Walls of Time
Passing through the keep of Janus
Into lands of birth and toil
Kin rejoice and reap the Return
Bearing standards, bearing blood
Brimming with mirth and with wine
Ancient songs are sung
Of Crowns and Jeweled Thrones
That hail the spoils of the sword
As Old bones mourn
In tomb and funeral pyre
Treading the laurel-strewn path (In cloak, helm and spear)
In aspect of the Supreme (Enflamed his visage)
Draw down Divinity (With sword and scepter)
As Ruin drifts nigh...
Memento mori, mors mihi lucrum (May Death stride forever before me)
In Triumphallic procession
Unto sacred Hearth
Bring forth the white bulls,
The diadem and the tokens;
In honour, in absolute Victory
Sol Invictus, Dominus Bellum (Unconquerable Sun, Master of War)
Trodden are the realms of the earth
Underneath my sandled feet
My cup runneth over with desire
To be numbered among the Peerless
Mark the spoils at Thine feet
Of Him who strides the way of Doom
Behold the red, Etruscan arts
Spill the blood, read the portents
Turn the horns towards the Deep
Tongues are held by golden keys
Sanguine, the way of revelation
Withered, the white poplar wreath
In the brume the Seer sinks
Divine the rose shapes of smoke
In the throes of mystery
Where the omens weep
In their tears I see the fall
Reign of Iron, Reign of Ruin
Death march unto the Void
Yet the signs emerge...
Glory, Valour and Pride
Draped 'pon vexed brow
Fleeting within itself (An eagle far from home)
Lush of worldly fruits (A serpent devours itself)
Finite the threads of time (The sun sets on the West)
Nay, I am a slave,
Marching in amaranthine chains,
As hoarse canticles of dust reek from my throat
In the plenitude of my elevation
Prismatic rays, rotting
I seek the augur; I seek her, the Sin-Eater
Transmute my poisons into wines for my soul
Laid low in charnel-caverns for my physis
That she again may restore flesh and make it whole
Prophecy and omniscient eyes cast forward towards my fate
And Muse and Mead to drown my iniquities
I grasp the Golden Thread: Tell me where, Sin-Eater!
For I know my desire cannot end in you
And she said nothing, but her glance fell upon the Sea...
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Tyrant of the ripping tide!
Sunderer of Grotesque Creatrix!
Swath cutter of thine brooding intellect!
I fly aloft thy defiant blood!
This oathbound lance Cleaves through your protesting waves
For battle courses through these veins
And your dazzling throes Invoke not cowardice... But rebuke!
Pathless my vessel drifts among frozen monoliths, Striking an ebon altar
Where stands a pale haruspex, Draped in writhing scales
Seizing the ophidian oblate, Draws her blade 'cross the throat
Blood pouring into a chalice, Aflame in azure!
The priestess beckons me to drink, Libation piercing within!
The eldritch ritual collapses the three pronged folds of time
Bringing forth the rapturous void
Serpents writhe in the Cosmos
Coiling about the Sun, Constricting
Fangs sink into Astral veins
Poisoning Celestial spheres
A Throne withers dark
Death Heritage of the Black Spokes
I glide among the brume, forlorn and longing
Lumbering; the yoke of transience
Gnawing; the death that lurks within
Scourge and ruin; accolades to my lust
Neither defeat, nor triumph comes
Feats are cinders drifting towards none
I hear a choir of muses and it guides me
On my quest towards Eternity
Shores in Flames appear in the fog
The glint of Sun on Steel, a Red Dawn
For a Soul starved of Light
Crush the spell of the oracle
The World-Eater nears from below
Glittering serpent
Grinder of the Trinal Root
From the Pale of buried hollows
Billowing miasma, brandishing brands
The Masked one towers above
Striker in the Dark
Foment thy impending doom!
Two swords drawn; Twin storms delivered
The first of my mouth
Lays low its pride
The second of steel
Lay low the scaled worm
Seal of maelstrom
The key to Triumphallic gate
Infinite black deep!
Thou art the greatest looking glass!
Tumultuous throughout as within!
Hear the thunder roll,
The Siren Song and Trident's ire
Winds cast lots on my desire
See the lightning cleave
Bleed this black yet fleece the sky
And dread the multitude to rise
I subject the inner waters
My will passes over their face
As I bestow form on the formless
The coast ablaze with fire and force
Pyres lap away clinging dark
A forest of stolid eyes chill the bones
Figures of Iron, cloak and spear
Shadows of Stone, Bronze and Iron
Circling above in Time before itself
Children of the deepest gorge
Numbering beyond the whirling sands
Bound to action eternally as damnation rides before me
In conflagration of all laurels, Immolating desire towards duty
Cries for blood echo throughout the Void
Battle horns herald the coming of Death
As weary ships kiss the Cradle of the Gods
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Imperial winds blow from the west
Once more our Might shall rise
Our Bows of Burning Gold
Let fly arrows of desire
Spears transfix our Destiny
To the hearts of the Enemy
Thundering chariots of fire
Driving Armageddon before us
Conquest and war, the bow and the sword
Adroitly pierce and cleave the bone
Famine and Death, the scale and the scythe
Astutely weigh and reap these souls
Behold the Infinite Majesty!
Enthroned in Clouds and Fire!
The gleam of a thousand blades piercing the skies
The shadow of a thousand dooms upon our foes
The blood of the sun drowning the Vault
Entombed within its Solstice
Funeral zephyrs blow
On hallowed plains of strife
As Eagles gird Empyreum's blaze
Talons grasp the burning wreath
The Ritual of blood and iron unfolds
Into whirlwinds of pandemonium
Now is the feasting of swords
Content when blue blades flame and crimson
Dead to the world as we are to their steel
Striving for Life beyond illusion
THIS IS THE COMMAND OF THE PATRIARCH!
We are summoned from beyond to awaken our Ancestry
ESTABLISH THE ELDER LINES!
Our ranks form the bulwark to the onslaught of our enemies
PROTECTED BY HERALDRY!
We sacrifice our blood to appease Ancient Deities
CHALICE UPON CHANTRY!
It is said that these lands are the Cradle of Divinity
HIDDEN WITHIN THE MIST!
The world is but dust in the Eyes of Reality
THRALL TO THE HAND OF TIME!
We come to spill our coffers and quest for Eternity
FOLLOW THE VOICE OF BLOOD!
Legions of Dead lay before me
On the bonestrewn path to Victory
We thrive on the whim of Cessation
To catch a glimpses of our Destiny
In a forest of Tombs and sanguine mists
Where Being vexes our wandering coffins
Home is but a spectre among the murk
A veil of gold and rusted swords
Swathed about the mystery of the Sin-Eater
I drink bitterness from this empty chalice
Onwards, by desolate ways
Foreign to the footfalls of our Fathers
Unceasing in Mental Fight
As our swords sing in our hands
We grasp beyond mortal throne and scepter
Towards the gleam of the Forgotten Race
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Beyond the Golden Throne
21:59
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Astray along the journey of life
I woke to find myself in warped wood
For I have wandered from the path;
How hard it is to recount old glory,
Forest of wilderness, savage and stubborn
The thought of it moves me to fear
This dread, bitter place!
Let Death be bitterer.
But if I would return from lesser war
I must now stoke the Greater
Silver lanterns rove
On paths forgotten; unknown
Among the towering Oak
In manifold direction
Spelled to dissipation
Trespass the weeping mist
To seek the Temple
In a forest of temples
By ways argentine and cryptic
Plagued by visions of mortality
Playing their tragedies in stale pools
In acts pale and amorphous
Their ends steeped in the Arcane
Beginnings: Ancient
Before the weavers began their Work
And bound the world to its thongs
In the age of the Serpent
Ages fade into Shades
Knowledge sought in all and towards none
Consuming itself
Kings ensnared by sundry lusts
Blades rusted of bygone triumph
Banners unraveled, the Seat rotting
Pillars crumbling, effigies of the forgotten
It said one would come
From the West
One of great strength
A conqueror
A man that would someday join Divinity
By his own hand
One who would crush the snakes of the earth
And bear them high for all to see
That the death that lurks within
Is the war that sets you free
I have built the Pillars
I have tamed the Oceans
I have slain the Matchless
Yet only I remain
Beneath the shadow of death,
I conquered all before me
Broken the sword and flesh
For they impeded me
Triumphs of steel and fire
Write thine name on hearts of
Men, know that you are dust
And to dust you return
Bring me Annihilation
Cremate this carnal coffin
Cast ashes to the wind
Let this please the Masters
Drudging onward with weary feet
In the gloom of frozen mystery
Have I come for naught?
Have I slain for naught?
In the pitchest black
Among the gnarling root
Am I to find my death?
Am I to find my failure?
This journey is insane
Let my bones weep my tale
From my wooden tomb
I have come for naught
I have slain for naught
A light emerges in the pitch
The sound of water trickles through the air
A grove of cedar, a withered man
Keeper of the sacred copse
"Those trees in whose dim shadow
The ghastly priest doth reign
The priest who slew the slayer,
And shall himself be slain."
From on high I pluck the bough
Gold gleaming of my hand
Our fates entwined before Time
Since Death breathed Life into our veins
Of him who sees the world as dust
Only to kill to start again
Of him who sees an Empire of airs
Only to watch the fall again
O Priest, where is your sword?
O Priest, where is your Victory?
The shackles are broken, the cycles overthrown
The shackles are broken, my enemies are fallen
The shackles are broken, I hear the Fathers call
The shackles are broken, and Life reigns
The beating of wings fills the air
Shrieks shatter the still of horizons
In its talons, a coiled mass
Borne on high in Majesty
It soars on Crimson streams
In realms beyond the reach of men
Through frozen peaks it flies between
Towards the origins of Destiny
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Paragon
15:16
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The loom of a grand mountain
Enthroned by twilight
Shadow enrobes the root
Icebound spears pierce the Huntress
My strides drink her silver blood
Flowing from the peaks
The luster realized through me
Whispers of primordial winds
Pass over the face of the waters
Voice of ritual subjugating
Sheathing the indomitable trident
My will passes over the face of eminence
Towards ruin is destiny
This is the Eve of Dissolution
I begin my Ascension
Which Titans have failed
Which the gods have mocked
Standing by their immortality
The air carries the laughter
Echoing through the bowels of the Schism
Where fate abodes
The further the ascent
The further "I" dissipates
Disintegrate, collapse
Drowning in the tumult
The vision floods the mind
Flowing with archaic deeds
Carving a path to my Destiny
Eroding illusions of separation
Waterfall of will
Forming the pools of Memory
Invoking images of my homeland
The bloom of white poplar
The breath of Western wind
The budding branch of Spring's noontide dance
The Eternity of summer, Wooden towers strike the heavens
Autumn's perpetual spell of slumber
Tombs of Winter, Creation's sepulcher
Symphonies of Blood and Soil
To this I affirm my Transcendence
Reaching the summit
To witness Divine Warfare
Storms battle twixt the peaks
Missiles of Lightning, Blades of Thunder
Exchanging Titanic blows
The Lash of Tempest upon a Triumphant brow
As witness to this Grotesque Glory
Chanting verses of the sublime
Invoking cataclysmic rapture
Wisdom boring through apocryphal dimensions
An eruption of souls
From the vein of the Universe
Forming a portal
Dark winds bear notes of omen through the void
As I follow the enthralling melodies
Through the vigilant eye of Janus
Into a cavern so cold
Abscess guards the temple with infinite depth
Ring the bells of despair
The leaden notes weigh upon a battled heart
As I stare into the abyss
Gods descend their thrones
Their gaze bores into my soul
"We are the path to the Seat, the going across
The guardian of the Rite. Will is what spurred you to Victory,
Uncreated I am, twixt the temporal and eternal planes we dwell
Before us, all boasted of I, none have venerated will!"
Unto thee I give myself
My sword, my throne, my life
Flesh and I rendered and torn
Lord of shade and dust
The eagle soars on scarlet winds
Clasping the devouring bight
Coiled about the Sun
Cacophonous conflagrating clarion
Immortal immolating insignia
Gloriously gliding towards the gleam
New eyes fall upon an altar
Draped in morbid ceremony
Upon it, a brilliant chalice
The Golden wine of the Sun!
The gates are open
A new odyssey begins
A new Throne awaits
My cup overfloweth
With the might of a thousand virtues
One pointed towards Eternity
A new day has befallen the sons of the Exalted
Sprinting down the mountainside, in joyous stride
Give chase to Horizons of Youth
Howling with the wolves, the true lay of Victory!
Unfurling on baying winds
Forever onward, Into Oblivion, Even to Ruin!
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