Wet this blade upon a stone so clear, That we may open this eve of unhallowed hours. With the spinning of this globe, Does yet another day fall before night. As will those who embark upon vain ambitions, To smear these sacred circles. Let them be drawn, Connecting this world to ours. That delicious horned … More Sinister Countdown- Witching Hour
Rock and root, flesh and bone. We subject before thee. Bound are we by mortal frame, Kept from powers beyond. Now we sing calling through, A window fast now opening. See our enemies gathering near, We speak thy name deliciously. And call upon the fires within, Bring forth destruction tremendous. Fall in bitterness and scourge … More Sextus Naeniam
The wold was dark under a moonless sky, A rolling sea of obsidian and grass. T’was the blood of my hands and your bonds, That egged on a howling plague. From over a lip of darkness, Poured a thousandfold of burning eyes. All we could do was run on, And pray to forgotten gods. -M.E. Inkowl
It was said that when Darkness poured from the Well, It came as a howling wind. Little did the world know the plague that had been unleashed. From the gods spread a hunger unquenchable. Fortunate for life only One can control them. One filled with a power to defy creation, Yet that one is filled … More An Unbalanced Beginning
My shadows run deep and darker still, behind my smiling eyes. Morbid are my thoughts, decrepit is my mind. I love the darkness within.
By your leave, I came willingly to the darkness. In my sight, so framed the world. Through our touch your grief was won, buried in the deep. For the night, we loved in silence. -M.E. Inkowl