The Vision Bleak - The Demon OF The Mire

Thou, dweller of the nightsky whose voice is thunder and storm.
Thy allies are chaos and glory, thy realm is darkness adorn.
Thou, slayer of Apophis who died a thousandfold death.
Bringer of light, blessing and bane.

Six is thy number, thy name is Seth.

Adversary of the onesided, grant us thy magical will.
Great is thy power, ferocious thy wrath,
thy brilliant endeavour we shall fulfill.

Seth Io!
The old typhonic beast.
Seth Io!
To thee we are sworn!

By our brotherhood with Seth,
sacred to us is thy glorious strife!
Patron of rebellion!
The great Horus Eye, it is ours!

By our brotherhood with Seth,
sacred to us is thy glorious strife!
Patron of rebellion!
The great Horus Eye, it is ours!

Seth Io!
The old typhonic beast.
Seth Io!
To thee we are sworn!

By our brotherhood with Seth,
sacred to us is thy glorious strife!
Patron of rebellion!
The great Horus Eye, it is ours!

By our brotherhood with Seth,
sacred to us is thy glorious strife!
Patron of rebellion!
The great Horus Eye, it is ours! Открыть страницу с текстом

From the ice of the poles to the dry lands in the south,
it was written on old scrolls or has been spread by word of mouth.
In the forests of the old world, it crawled among the mist,
and in the desert dunes, its legends could persist.

Evil is of old date, you should learn.
To set ablaze its fire, let it burn!
Evil is of old date, let us praise.
Its glaring myth, we set ablaze!

In primordial bogs and mires, it dwelled without a form.
But still it is far older, it's the Dark's firstborn.
What to some is evil, to others is a strive,
for glory and inspiration, our impetus of life.

Evil is of old date, you should learn.
To set ablaze its fire, let it burn!
Evil is of old date, let us praise.
Its glaring myth, we set ablaze! Открыть страницу с текстом

A gold horned moon hung high, its heart began to beat.
With the fire of its eye no ember could compete.

Wolf-fiend, Mannwolf, Loup Garoux.
Olden legend born anew?
Human nature, woven heart.
Who seized that fire, by what black art?

Its sinews twisted fury, desire's its portray,
and the senses readily receive the scent of prey.
The shepherds fear its madness and their lambs do flee.
For they know a secret: She is the wolf, the wolf is she!

Roaming the night in splendour profound.
Revel in delight, by darkness abound.
Graceful thy cruelty, ruthless the claw.
Crowned with a beauty that none can withdraw.

A gold horned moon hung high, her blood began to flow.
Ordained to be a mortal sin, phenomenon from head to toe.

Jewel crowned huntress, mother of all.
What secret spell did her enthral?
Human nature, wolf at heart.
Who seized that fire, whose work of art?

Roaming the night in splendour profound.
Revel in delight, by darkness abound.
Graceful thy cruelty, ruthless the claw.
Crowned with a beauty that none can withdraw.

A gold horned moon hung high, her heart began to beat.
With the fire of her eyes no ember could compete.
Her sinews twisted fury, desire's her portray,
and her senses readily receive the scent of prey.

She is the wolf, the wolf is she!
She is the wolf, the wolf is she!
She is the wolf, the wolf is she!
She is the wolf, the wolf is she!

Roaming the night in splendour profound.
Revel in delight, by darkness abound.
Graceful thy cruelty, ruthless the claw.
Crowned with a beauty that none can withdraw. Открыть страницу с текстом

Hail, hail the black Pharaoh... Открыть страницу с текстом

An ancient shining crystal of non-euclidean form,
made of no earthly matter in a primal cosmic storm.
It flew amongst the chaos in a time before the light,
until it reached these planes in the foulest of all nights.

To the ice we call Antartic, it was brought and treasured there,
and the secret of Lemuria could not withstand its stare.
It had sunken with Atlantis to the deepest of the sea,
and now with the greed of Khem's merchants at last sold it to me.

Shine, the starry light may shine.
So wisdom shall be mine from all space and time.
Shine, O haunter of the dark.
My soul shall now be thine, thy knowledge must be mine.

I gazed into its window and saw the three lobed burning eye.
The titan blur on black wings, now I am it and it is I!
Black Pharaoh they call me though Nephren-Ka's my name,
and among the folk of the Nile I spread my poison reign.

Shine, the starry light may shine.
So wisdom shall be mine from all space and time.
Shine, O haunter of the dark.
My soul shall now be thine, thy knowledge must be mine. Открыть страницу с текстом

In a valley of no sound,
buried under desert ground,
enclosed by night without one star,
lies the vault of Nephren-Ka.

It calls and calls!
It calls and calls!

Where isolation dies alone,
an ancient deathlessness does throne,
shun by the light of Amun-Ra,
that is the vault of Nephren-Ka.

This Nether-Netherworld is crowned,
by rotten sorcery abound,
where on old bones the ghoul-fiends gnaw,
in the vault of Nephren-Ka.

It calls and calls!
It calls and calls!

And the unsound fingers,
still grasp a crystal by its will.
Bedded on an ill altar,
the remains of Nephren-Ka.

Where isolation dies alone,
an ancient deathlessness does throne,
shun by the light of Amun-Ra,
that is the vault of Nephren-Ka. Открыть страницу с текстом

In the murk of the firs and depth of the ponds,
a nameless horror did swell.
From whence it came and whither, it shall go,
not the wisest man could tell.

Just one shuttered light through the darkness shines,
a lonesome hut at the fetid moor.
It is filled with fright and with hopeless whines,
from a boy, young and pure.

Winds howls, evil prowls at the chamber door.
Fog rolls, dead souls in the dark galore.
Wood crack, pitch black at the chamber door.
Swamps brew, clouds spew in the dark galore.

It is the demon of the mire,
he shall rest for nevermore.
Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire,
he shall rest for nevermore.

Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir,
he shall rest for nevermore.
It is the demon of the mire,
he shall rest for nevermore.

The boy it did consume,
forever he will dwell in the malice of his doom.

Winds howls, evil prowls at the chamber door.
Fog rolls, dead souls in the dark galore.
Wood crack, pitch black at the chamber door.
Swamps brew, clouds spew in the dark galore.

It is the demon of the mire,
he shall rest for nevermore.
Whom he calls and haunts by ill desire,
he shall rest for nevermore.

Through his realms he leads his ghostly choir,
he shall rest for nevermore.
It is the demon of the mire,
he shall rest for nevermore. Открыть страницу с текстом

In the veil of the night I wandered about,
at the bole of a tree it did light.
I deemed it a stone at first glance.
No doubt, something in me was lured by its sight.

First feeble and dim but then it did shine,
in the shade and the colours of gold.
Thither I hurried, no longer I strolled,
me thought it was something divine.

Firmly I grasped it and now I beheld,
no precious did someone bequeath.
I tossed it from me and I terribly yelled,
a skull with a golden teeth!

First feeble and dim but the it did shine
in the shade and the colours of gold.
That thing of aghast it rolled and it rolled,
until it stopped at one place of malign.

Led by a dream, by light deceived,
light-hearted I strolled through the night.
But what the horror of that ghastly thing,
it is just a burial site.

Led by a dream, by light deceived,
light-hearted I strolled through the night.
But what the horror of that ghastly thing,
it is just a burial site.

God may know why I frantically graved,
where that Death's head did cover the ground.
but what did I see, unsound and depraved,
my remains and their burial mound.

Led by a dream, by light deceived,
light-hearted I strolled through the night.
But what the horror of that ghastly thing,
it is just a burial site.

Led by a dream, by light deceived,
light-hearted I strolled through the night.
But what the horror of that ghastly thing,
it show me my burial site. Открыть страницу с текстом