The chaos magician
Blood stormEmbracing the pestilence rapture
Through the shrieks of passionless gods
My craft is the snakes of fire
Ascending in the spine of perpetual darkness
My fists are pierced with the grip of madness
Yet I breath the poisons
Of the serpents soul
I spoke the tongue of chaos
And the fire tongue of old -
"Niiso laiden Choronzon-Zilodary Nanta!"
"Niiso laiden Shugal-Zilodary Nanta!"
I drift my eyes into the violent dreams of Arzulgh
I evoke the black blood of the carnivorous spectres
Spectres that have blistered the frozen desert
The flesh of my vortex is the transplutonic flames
Massing like a tower into my own flesh and veins
I've taken flight on the Atlantean phoenix winds!
Yet I breath the poisons
Of the serpents soul
I spoke the tongue of chaos
And the fire tongue of old -
"Niiso laiden Choronzon-Zilodary Nanta!"
"Niiso laiden Shugal-Zilodary Nanta!"
I am the lost majesty of the wisdom of S'lba
I am the warlord born in the trills of wretched chaos
I've become the olden-ones nebulous heavens & hells
Becoming the wraith of the ecstasy eternal
The wizard-soothsayer when the Qliphotic mind,
Has been hurled to abysmal destruction!
Yet I breath the poisons
Of the serpents soul
I spoke the tongue of chaos
And the fire tongue of old -
"Niiso laiden Choronzon-Zilodary Nanta!"
"Niiso laiden Shugal-Zilodary Nanta!"
Oannes communes to me
the essence of the hydra realm. Nothing is not- To
crumble the sinfull walls of the mind. I command
their visitation. When the mourning of the sun Has come to die! I am the invisiable path.
To the abominations of time. For my ancient spirits.
Can never die!