| 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. 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! 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!) |
| 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! |
| For amorphous |
| they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years, Abhorrent colossi spawned |
| from the sinistrous cosmic spheres. 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… |
| : «» (Hordan Kor) " |