The Imperator of the Night
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(Hearken to the Attestation of the Sinistrous):
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For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,
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seeking opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion…
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Know that I have cavorted beneath the horned moon with repellent fiends,
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and liberated virgins from the burden of their maidenhood
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(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
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ophidian tongue has wrought.)
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Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the succubi
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Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw, enthroned beneath black
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nether-skies
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Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon…
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Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades of the assassins
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The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered
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A veil of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire
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Hearken to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night
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The Imperator of the Night
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(Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):
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Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon!
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Ah, the sepulchral throng of tortured souls, supine before the pitiless evil of
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the abyss…
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Caressed by ululant lotus-stained tongues…
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(Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the mantle of
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shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from that
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darkness which they profess to embrace!)
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On the wings of a charnel wind I return, as the temples of flaccid piety burn…
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Caressed by ululant lotus-stained tongues…
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Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars,
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I bring the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of
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blasphemy!
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And ecstasy shall reside in the inexorable culmination of this sublime
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nightmare…
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For amorphous they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years
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Abhorrent colossi spawned from the sinistrous cosmic spheres
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Shadows dance at my bidding, demons execute my every whim…
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And upon their tongues, vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a redolent
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balm!
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The Imperator of the Night
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(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 of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows… |