Gates of Destiny

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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...


from Paragon, released June 6, 2018


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