Tyranny piosenki

Astride the leagues of ash Wind-driven thousand dunes I raised a totem against the sky Weeping a torrent of ash A pillar of thousand skulls Rearing towards the sky I howled into the wind until my voice dried my throat hoarse lips cracked on the words...

Bound of Black Rings in the Waiting Dark Tongues Hanging from Open Maw Prowling Through Inestimable Time Half-alive with Emanations of the Primordial Chime Contained within Corroded Tombs Black Susurration scrape the Blistered Halls Expectant and Hungry...

In my dreams, sinking into cold depths Dragged downwards the bottomless by the oppressive weight of water Through this languid hour of ever yawning abyss I journey the expanse of R'lyeh The listless chant, crippling my thoughts Calling from below, echoing in...

I howl my pain dirge of agony Throes strained sense awareness Aque rides my body on down a beaten path Days spill into one Bleary hours melt I yield yet no avvail Spasms whip me further torn by a fever ravished without death "Remember thee! Ay, thou poor ghost...

Like a bliss of malaise this tainted air compels me The unwrit hours pass again unheeded Stillness, like a cold vengeance, no life shifts... Grey ghost painted to the halls of ennui Falling dust weaves bleary torpid scenes through a bleak day In this drifting...

I transcend all mundane exceeding contemplation weaving apathy to my need Its aspects concealed in vague reptilian shapes adepts in oblique passing without meaning we are saturrated of cold intent and the air feels dead so no-one breathes. I sense light blendi...

I held aloft two chalices Cast them together A prepared cauldron A dormant offering Stirred into motion ravenous awakening bubbling dissolute equilibrium all-hungering effluvium in reduced essential salts I traced hateful mandalas afflictions arose...

Obscured by falling moon ghoul-haunted black catacombs prowl in ashen deserts As the sands stir uneasy with the cold of abysmal winds Howling from nether-gulfs and from the onyx monuments of subterranean unholy caverns Nighted winds of prehuman times still bu...

Hammer of the ages fell on me Ringing the air Around the arches looming above Roots of the World Stratas of earth press around me a Cascade of subterranean animosity A thousand leagues upon me from fathomless deep below a Strained, subdued gasp Falte...

I dream for the equable hour and the dream became a river a stream of running lead I felt its timeless flow and its ageless strain to burden me I sat on the grey bank sand I watched passing of waves And the stream bore a body pale and quiescent wench a bride c...

In my footsteps and furtive tread The galleries awoke with sound Echoed the unspoken words Dead litanies drip from the walls Black language laden with venom Syllables best left unuttered They are woven from the marrow of night under the Monstrous pall o...

Bleak solar glow blind eye of the sun Abandoned in the sky seeking to pass the withering earth Lost in its are as the horizons bend in inverse motion And the dying earth groans stretching in war-torn shape Strange images trailed in the dust Oceans are a mire...