Cursed,
Inquiry damned
Yet knowledge is power, alas.
Warned,
Avoid what thou craves,
Temptations will conquer thee fast,
Flint box,
it gleams in the gloaming,
Bursting with speckled black light.
White,
reflected shape, white,
this attic now hosts other life.
Clad in clerical garb,
thin, olive and pale.
Pale, peculiar features,
of concealedly evil mien.
Nervous and frantic,
Burning all manner of magical tomes,
Grave faced
Counsel surrounds,
Shunning the pale man in hatred and fear.
Visions
Of spectral play,
Instilled, a tale of days past.
Of Eld
And sorcery, cast,
Exiled for transgressions of sombre caste.
Dark
His spell craft is,
Illicit, cabalistic verse.
Sentenced,
Excommunicated
Yet inexorable the curse.
Pariah marked,
He delved into scriptures of forgotten Gods.
The charred remains
Forever retain
The uncouth formulas therein.
Pale,
Coalescing light,
Countless, the eyes
Drowned in his guise, for centuries
Gazes crossed within the vision.
Unshackled, the bounds of Time.
Spirits shift through reflection.
His pale face henceforth mine.
A beautiful journey from start to finish, with perfectly placed moments of gentility amidst the rhythmic intrigue and blast beats of their guest drummer. jsteadmanfan
Heaviest thing I’ve heard all year along with Altarage. Okay I’ve been listening to this record for the past two weeks and it just gets better and better. Dissonant grooves galore Jacob Ballance