| For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,
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| seeking
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| opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion… Know that I have cavorted
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| beneath
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| the horned moon with repellent fiends, and liberated virgins from the burden of
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| their
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| maidenhood. |
| (Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous
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| megrims
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| my ophidian tongue has wrought.) Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells,
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| the lissome
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| embrace of the succubi, Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw,
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| enthroned
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| beneath black nether-skies. |
| Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades
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| of
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| the assassins, The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,
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| A veil
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| of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire, Hearken
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| to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.
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| The Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):
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| Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon! |
| Caressed by ululant
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| lotus-stained
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| tongues… (Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the
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| mantle
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| of shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from that
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| darkness
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| which they profess to embrace!)
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| Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars,
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| I bring the
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| iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!
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| For amorphous
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| they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years, Abhorrent colossi spawned
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| from the sinistrous cosmic spheres. |
| And upon their tongues, vile secrets so
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| terrible
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| sweet madness is a redolent balm!
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| The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):
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| I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in the
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| soul
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| of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows…
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| : «» (Hordan Kor) " |