Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Chronicle of Shadows, artist - Bal-Sagoth. Date of issue: 15.04.2001
Song language: English
The Chronicle of Shadows |
| The Imperator of the Night |
| (Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous): |
| For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates, |
| seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion… |
| Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned moon with repellent fiends, |
| and liberated virgins from the burden of their maidenhood |
| (Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my |
| ophidian tongue has wrought.) |
| Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi |
| Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black |
| nether-skies |
| Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon… |
| Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins |
| The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered |
| A veil of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire |
| Hearken to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night |
| The Imperator of the Night |
| (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows): |
| Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon! |
| Ah, the sepulchral throng of tortured souls, supine before the pitiless evil of |
| the abyss… |
| Caressed by ululant lotus-stained tongues… |
| (Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of |
| shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from that |
| darkness which they profess to embrace!) |
| On the wings of a charnel wind I return, as the temples of flaccid piety burn… |
| Caressed by ululant lotus-stained tongues… |
| Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars, |
| I bring the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of |
| blasphemy! |
| And ecstasy shall reside in the inexorable culmination of this sublime |
| nightmare… |
| For amorphous they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years |
| Abhorrent colossi spawned from the sinistrous cosmic spheres |
| Shadows dance at my bidding, demons execute my every whim… |
| And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a redolent |
| balm! |
| The Imperator of the Night |
| (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark): |
| I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in the |
| soul of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows… |