The Sun of Tiphareth

Sea of uruk I taste the salt of you I hunt through sands of Roba El Khaliyeh Dumuzi Apzu Your allure is so very pure Zi Dingir Anna Kanpa You shall drown the fearless ones The sword of Lapis Lazuli Diadem Your fullness and strength is my delight Edin Na Zu, Edin Na Zu The stars have spoken to me They've told me the tale of your past Battles were clashed by you Long before the cosmos existed O' mountains of Mashu Please help me to find the grey stone I lost it, yet it's symbol unequals your race I am in search of the Northern Nineveh; It's beyond the hills of Zagros I thrust my sword onto the veil, and then, in the Earth Reversed lightning strikes Sumerian sands They glance at me with eyes of Sunkun Varloorni Their eyes flare red with glowing embers Follow the path of gold and ye shall find the symbols: Arra, Agga, and Bandar In my sleeping village of Bet Durrabia Shabatu forces the nineteenth hour Ye go to thy Apzu; the unsightly abyss of Enidu Ye go to thy Apzu; the impious axis of Enidu I have traveled beneth the seas In search of our master's palace I have finally found the grey stone Of the immemorial ones I have raised my armies in the lands Of the eastern, summoning hordes I have seen Ngga, God of Heathens As my sword Diadem gleams The cosmos shall be greeted from the blood of thez serpent A serpent well known as Tehom Mummu Tiamat Man shall be greeted from the blood of Kingu Thy queen of mashu will haunt the vision of your breed O' my queen, I feel your skin of white I touch your breasts of life Yet there's a battle I must fight Zagros, Avagon, Ngga, Shabatu Thy skin of white misses you Please don't leave me ever, nevermore Unless you go, please take me with you We'll ride onto wings of Anzu I heard the bellow of wolves behind the half-burnt waves The tides of uruk swept your tongue across the salty floor We have found the Apzu; our birthplace toward Avagon We have found the Apzu; our meridian toward the dark Munus Sigsigga Ag Bara ye Innin Aggish Xashxur Gishnu urma Apzu

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026

Across the northern seas, we travel The cold freezing winds will arouse us Spells from a woman have sent us to the seas of avagon Transformed by our mother, we are I am CuChulainn, the warrior of Ulster We'll search the lands to discover the Tir Na N'og The sea god guides our ship to Ireland The storms push us to the palace of Visnech Our swords with fire are rising Our axes with fire have risen The call from the silver horn to Visnech splits the air Warriors answered the horn behind the western lands Hoofs and steel hammered past the cries beyond the thorned hills Acknowledging the commands from the king Our play lies north to the path of Nite And brings us upon the fortress walls where battles raged Raise the magick hammer of Mjollnir Your underworld of Annwvyn draws us through Emer, thy lucious woman, I shall sleep with you I kiss the naked skin of white I lust your black hair, my woman divine I see a holocaust in your eyes (You are my princess of live) (You are my princess of life) Feis Mor Tir Na N'Og In the land of Visnech, the darkness never sinks away All will fall upon the southern steel, yet behind the burning fires Now, we bathe at the bleeding coast While women laugh with the Gailant knights How sad is it to see my father's fallen halls? Can I feel the pure blast from the frigid winds? I awake the gods Epona, Cernunnos, and Lugh Yes, I'm CuChulainn, warrior fo Ulster In order to worship with fire and sword The storms shall force us to the palace of Visnech Cold, cold, how cold are the plains of Lugh? You should ask thy Emer to reply We've finally found the last paradise It remains in the light of Tir Na N'Og With the hand of Ler, Irish Sea god We shall complete our long excursion

Submitted by johnmansley — Feb 16, 2026

The dragon's guide is chance When the waters are disturbed In the name of the great Pythoness Cyntefyn burns with the ground

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026

Long ago -In the shade of timberlands Horses and wolves united -With our invoking orbit In order to blister -The green summer plains We heard commands -From our benighted master: "Reap from the illumated sky ...And become visible to thy eye!" "I beseech thee; I entreat me" "O circle of storms, my shield is cracked!" We stand here to cultivate And summon smoke from the meadow A sweep of an athame (The widdershin), willunlock the deep portals Long ago -In the shade of timberlands Horses and wolves united -With our invoking orbit In order to blister -The green summer plains We heard commands -From our benighted master: "Ye overseer of the watchtowers below all clouds; we thank You for framing the Rite of Hagiel. Bygone and beyond, we Must always and without ease, be explused The season or solstice is complete when the shepherd of Wolves lie upon vanishing hill's way. We shall lure thy Lost flock from shadows onto day Aloneness is our space of winged sleep and sight; therefore Watchtowers burn before the lift of the twilight"

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Evil Summoned to war Eternal conquest for power Gathering armies of death To fight and kill at will Sinister weapons of war Piercing metal and man Warriors Mounted on steeds Ride out into the mist Awaiting The signal to attack Swords clash and men fall to their death Aimless pawn Only to die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest Endless Eternal Pain Thousands die for a king Wretched Weary souls Raging battle never ends Hatred Inflicting death Destroying the weak at heart Eternity Becomes less War has drawn to an end Overthrown The emperor falls in defeat Great halls Crack and decay with neglect Dethroned He cries out in vengeance Impaler Mark is words of death Shadows Crusades of the past Triumph through the fog Sunsets drip into dusk Flows like blood on my blade Massacre the feckless breed Dismiss all empty thrones Riding, beyond the clouds, damnation ends in despair Awaiting The signal to attack Swords clash and men fall to their death Aimless pawn Only to die by my hand Battle cry Blood stains upon his chest

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026

Join us into hresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incendere Magi Hortus Rosarum Black roses, laced with silver Are now the ashes of Heximeth The sten stars of Assiah wonders Why the meadows are torched The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters) A Heximethian spirit looks below the edge of a cliff ...and watches the thieves of serpents (worm of the eight-fold-star) Join us into tresholds of moonless light Xekonaphim paints your worshipped wheel of flames Incedere Magi Hortus Rosarum The sun of Tipareth's circle arouses the warlock and seed Sephiroth plants your heart to grow his oak of VITRIOL Sepher Yetzirah is the deepest root of Atu The sun of Tiphareth's circle dances until it falls Tiphareth! Your lordship is the sixth sword That triumphs teh jagged blade Strike it downward to a rusty point ...and burn the earth as roses burn in the meadow "Come forth, o serpent, and take your fill of poison" I am above you and I am inside you My fierce eroticism is in yours "For he is ever a sun And for he is the winged secret flame" I am the snake that kissed Gehenna's own worm I giveth knowledge and delight to the ones Black roses, laced with silver, are now the ashes of Heximeth The ten stars of Assiah wonders why meadows are torched

Submitted by NecroGod — Feb 06, 2026