... and Shineth Unto the Cold Cometh

Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed The last of Ka drifts across the river - Our sky outside has not been named Two Ugalla-demons start their battle - Tempest of the creek is floored in flames Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather - Sea-dwelling floods reply without names Taste the salty tides of the Apzu - Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed 6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes Hear the lying words against Azzta's truth Ea's eye is the way... We are the ones who know the mountain passes And we'll search the battlefields In order to find the essential weapons corroded within the tan dust Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength So Tiamat sneers with the hate and commands the storm-chariot of the horses Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down But cannot fill our veins with venom We warned you twice: "We Command The Mushussu!" "Sharp Of Tooth And Strike Of Fang!" "Horned Serpent Of The Unclaimed!" "Shine!" Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!" With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!" In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!" Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!" "Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!" ...And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh...

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026

Between the sunset's bloodstained veil Thy horned prospect reflects on me The he-goat above - The she-goat below Cried through beads of mirrored tears It fills the air ! - It fills the air ! An atmosphere that hath no key I'm disguised by the kindle of night and I can fill your liquid, glass heart Grasp your cold-shaded breath and whisper the sign of the hidded stone I'm in the circle and I am the shell that granted you the horns of All-Begetter A fixed, startless vision and a sullen fabrication cursed the Sun Of which our lustful ways are performed Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Half of me is all of her Hath no shower; hath no sol Akhera-goiti Akhera-beiti Fantasies I realized Dance of thorns, I thrive For below the great abyss is a virtue contained in itself "We shall eagerly expect one black opalith for tomorrow."

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026