...Of Grandiose Fevers and Passion Arcane - Tales Of Dark

Reach the ancient heart of the stygian obscurity

Wherein all the names of mine are written

In pits profound, where festered dreams sigh

And longings scorched seek reason to return.

Admire the flameflowered mansions arcane

The sulphurous secrets gowned in rapture profane

Fear not the fire of all-knowing wisdom

Furiously burning with such ravishing splendour.

On the wings of my most fervent passion

Which the fools dare name blasfemia

To thee I have returned from the heart-dead sunworms domain

A coffin-shaped lair they have woven around me For I’ve pladged no allegiance

To their fabulous sacred theories

Those spurious servants of a crownless king

Who holdeth their cross in vain.

No Phoenix phenomenon shall their fall contain!

Leave their carcasses scattered and slain!

And now I’m visualised

To blind-faithed eyes

Lofty and proud, to be recognized.

As the mourning-scented bloodstorm winds

Of their final downfall blow

Like a nightclad werewolf upon the moonlit glade

I shall hunt them down in the snow.

…and the frostbitten ground

now consumes their wretched gore

My victorious hiss fulfills the oceans ethereal

And the stars gleam nameless above

As shadows call forth the seas of Cthulhu

Be wide awake my dearest

Of my fiery necromantic kiss!

Thine arms soothing around me enfold

To cease my yearning cursed

The sweetest witchcraft thy lips do hold

Can only quench my thirst.

'Neath the enchantingly blazing corona of night

drown thy desire into mine!

With all the senses cast to a feverous grandeur

In the sins of the flesh we entwine.

Eternally… We entwine…