Nighttime Nightrhymes

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I crave for you And the incense of night To bathe In the flame of your light Cold Pale in sorrow In the tears that followed The years that swallowed The innocence of my love I crave for you

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

Lion serpent sun Point the holy wand Thou sixfold star Force and fire Lion serpent sun Thou exalted one Lion serpent sun Point the holy wand Lion serpent sun Sword of flame Lion serpent sun Chant the holy name

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

SÓL EK SÁ SANNA DAGSTJQRNU DRÚPA DYNHEÍMUM Í EN HELJAR GRIND HEYRðA EK Á ANNAN VEG ÞJÓTA þUNGLIGA SÓL EK SÁ SÓL EK SÁ SETTA DREYRSTQFUM MJQK VAR EK ÞÁ ÓR HEÍMÍ HALLR MÁTTUG HON LEÍZK Á MARGA VEGU FRÁ ÞVÍ ER FYRRÍ VAR SÓL EK SÁ

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

Black gleans the eye And the fire gold In the colours of the night You shall wander You shall wonder Shadows of this token Sadness of this moon Silence of this tomb Darkness of this womb Sadness of this token Shadows of this moon Darkness of this tomb Silence of this womb Black gleams the eye Mast hidden light Embrace the stillness In the colours of night ...With the wnad createth he... ...With the cup preserveth he... ...With the dagger destroyeth he... ...With the coin redeemeth he...

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

I go upon my way to work my Will, I have made Matter and motion for my mir- Ror, I have decreed For my delight that nothingness Should figure itself As twain, that I might dream a Dance of names and Natures, and enjoy the sub- Stance of simplicity by Watching the wanderings of my Shadows (Adapted from Aleister Crowleys "Magick in Theory and Pratice")

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

...In the silence true consecration comes... In this silence there shall be a raven chant And in the chant - all solace And in this solace true consecration comes Come on night Come on moon Come on winter And the dead of light Come on tears Come on love Come on cries In the abode af night Come on night Take me home Come on love Sing alone To this Raven chant Of loss and wore Raven night Take me home In this dawning of the raven tear Where wolf crave for night And in that night a chant shall rose In the temple of dawn

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

I wish to fire the trees af all these forrest I give the Sunne a last farewell each evening I curse the fidling finders out of Musicke With envie i doo hate the loftie mountains And with despite despise the humble vallies I doo detest night, evening, day, and morning For she, whose parts maintainde a perfect musique Whose beawties shin'de more then the blushing morning Who much did passe in state the stately mountains In straightnes past the Cedars of the forest Hath cast me wretch into eternally evening By taking her two Sunnes from these darke vallies Curse to my selfe my prayers is, the morning My fire is more, then can be made with forrests My state more base, then are the basest vallies I wish no evenings more to see, each evening Shamed I hate my selfe in sight of mountaines And stoppe mine ears, lest I growe mad with Musicke For she, with whorm compar'd, the Alpes are vallies She, whose lest word brings from the spheares their musique At whose approach the Sunne rase in the evening Who, where she went, bare in her forhead morning Is gone, is gone from these our spolyed forrests Turning to desarts our best pastur'de mountaines (Adapted from Sir Philip Sidneys: "The Countesse of pembrokes arcadia (1598)")

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

ÚLFUM LIKIR ÞYKKJA ALLÍR ÞEÍR ER EÍGE HVERFAN HUG; SVÁ MUN GEFASK ÞEÍM ER GANGA SKAL ÞÆR INAR GØDDU GQTUR Á FELLR AUSTAN UM EÍTRDALA SOXUM OK SVERðUM SLIðR HEÍTÍR SÚ BRÆðR MUNU BERJASK OK AT BQNUM VERðASK MUNU SYSTRUNGAR SÍFJUM SPILLA; HART ER Í HEÍMÍ, HJÓRÓMR MÍKÍLL SKEGGJQLD, SKÁLMQLD SKÍLDÍR KLOFNÍR, VÍNDQLD, VARGQLD ÁðR VERQLD STEYPÍSK; MUN ENGÍ MAðR QðRUM ÞYRMA GEYR NÚ GARMR MJQK FYR GNÍPAHELLÍ FESTR MUN SLÍTNA EN FREKÍ RENNA; FJQLð VEIT EK FRÆðA FRAM SÉ EK LENGRA UM RAGNA RQK RQMM SÍGTÍVA

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

Your name I spoke many times Alone in the darkness in the night And prayed a thousand prayers And my many dreams where of you I walked the endless lonely miles I stumbled path upon path I watched time slip away I watched and didn't care But tonight I can't sleep 'cause I belong to you Tonight I can't sleep 'cause at last I belong to you I wrote our names in runes Most magick and secret In the forests wintry mantle I carved them in a tree And your name I spoke many times Alone in the darkness in the night And prayed a thousand prayers And my many dreams where of you But tonight I can't sleep 'cause you belong to me Tonight I can't sleep 'cause at last you belong to me

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

In the season of night let it come That the raven may guard And the wand and the sword protect In the season of night let it come And when pursued by snow, rain, wind And darkness, let it come that I see With the celestial eyes of bright wisdom In the season of night let it come In the season of night let it come That my path be lit by the lantern of consecration And the fire of purification and the star of initiation In the season of night let it come

Submitted by Pestilence — Feb 22, 2026

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