Epoch of Unlight
EP • 1997
This track is instrumental.
I am the word of hate made flesh Demon Black immortal soul Genesis:at a pool of stinking filth And again the images unfurl From me the crimson strings unfold to infinite lengths and points untold To conquer time alone by will:to BE:forever more Apoditic evil in the arms of the Unlight Tribesmen turn from Starside skies: and venture not unto the north. As doctrine to their lives: a fear of death or worse Cimmerian recursive soul:.the force from which the fountain flows tributaries in worlds beyond to snuff the lie of light Enslaved creation molding man as mine or be destroyed Sheathing drops which fall to earth and freeze within the night Sculpt the northern towers high antithetic windswept plains From behind the eyes, from within I writhe With preternatural sense I feel the scarlet flow of life nearby To mesmerize The hypnotic beauty in these eyes, Seek in me and you'll find The truth you so design Brilliant infinity I'll send you on your way From me the crimson strings unfold to infinite lengths and points untold To conquer time alone by will:to BE:forever more Apoditic evil in the arms of the Unlight
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
A scene of time flashes across the mind of the ancient one, defender and chosen soul above all by SHE. One of the isochronal encounters of Night's Warrior. Forever, the solitary legatee of HER gift and raptured soul unto SHE, he engages the weakened forces of light in the eternal affray: forever to be champion! Upon the sea of time I ride: to stay abreast of rising tides I cast a scorn-filled glance about this body black through which I pass Time of the Gathering disseminated troops advance upon the source Source of the pale and the jewel of the night Lead by HER desire SHE twists their threads to knot When at her peak in full & high While I have she to be my guide I will but champion the night! And rend my odium to (the) rest Hour at hand a force arrives with blades in hand And in their haste a claim to SHE is made to which I stand And ending yet another's quest the moon-bleached flesh is all that stands avoiding cosmic undertow my thoughts change course immortal beauty embracing me and beckons forth a brighter thread unseen by all when burst into existence her silver lips upon my brow as praise to crimson glory so enchanting in her lust in rapture to her bidding "Find in me your way through this:" "My gifts are yours to wield alone" avoiding cosmic undertow my thoughts change course immortal beauty embracing me :A pounding Lust to know her face A life to glimpse her shade As candle's wick may burn to end So quickly does light fade:
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
This track is instrumental.
Thirsting: With a lust that knows no bounds I Ride:Into night and further into Battle:With gauntlets raised and piercing cries The infinite flow of her womb The poignant spring from which all life doth bloom Now matched alone by the myriad of bones Broken seeping life, within the ravaged battled garden (The) Mother:of man must now dry her wetted Eyes for, it is upon her bitter sweet Nectar, I wish to glut And so doing ascend in might With power over all I rule (Ere the War) Storms on horizon, the ancient hands of time align Thunders toll the final hour of the mortals down below Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?! Earth shakes and gales break upon the red and cracking clay And spewing forth the raining slag begins to cleanse the fallen ones Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?! You'll slowly burn In hates black fire Realize the lie And the truth in pain Choked by thorns Blinded by "light" The living lie Burned Away Father inequity, bending down on broken knee The time of the fiery wrath has now come to pass Eli, Eli, lama sabachthani?! You'll slowly burn In hates black fire Realize the lie And the truth in pain Choked by thorns Blinded by "light" The living lie Burned Away The blaze that began in the soul of the one Now sent upon the children of sun The child of night has now his ascent And crushed lay the feeble in death's stalwart grip Searing phlogiston as child rises high Blinks into darkness when through time he flies And onto a new terra firma he stands The cleanser of worlds has arrived! I Ride:Into night and further into time!
Submitted by Grave666 — Apr 25, 2025
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