Triad of Might
Trekking in the vast wastelands of illusion the fever of dissonance detains your mind Wandering spirits of the desert derange and further construct your web of lies The winds of death are breathing in the hourglass shatters, Xaoc rules divine Heinous laughter ensnares and tears your mind Now entrapped in a prison of anguish and hallucination Anguished, fleshly, tied up, and vulnerable Offer the sacrifice to appease to the god of madness Noznoroh Zamram! Nozoroh Zamram! Shackled and flayed, purified by obsidian fires To return to the stark genesis.. To incite holocaust for the meek.. To cut off the head of Abraham.. To renounce hollowed lands of the light.. Walking the garden of thorns, my feet now bleed, draining into the soil Collapsing onto the Earth, the poisonous overgrowth I rot, decay, wither away, reborn under the Triad of Might A waning sun, the last thing I see before an endless night Wandering astray beyond the gates, frozen tundras blanket life Perpetual permafrost winds, I call to the moonless night Wading through the mire, bog of raw desire, sovereignty transpires Gazing up to the Dragon of Old, osmosis of true divine Sarpa! Sarpa! Eleven crowned!!!
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025