Forsaken he who slither deep below blackened forest weeping decay Beware, Acheronian soothsayer - undead in a labyrinth of darkest dreams beseeches shadow rising I shall awaken when the pitch of night drips into solemn ground seeking my soul Beneath the world of men, the Siren of Gehenna covets my love as I undress in the iniquity of her beauty Brooding in accursed revelry, the asylum of woe beckons my dread Tears shiver in fires of necromancy Obsidian mists bejewel the sky I am the black dawn
Silhouettes of consciousness dissolve into the silence of dark ether as my fingers twist like branches upon the memories of the damned Tongues slither over the rust of leaves, seething in the rapture of mystic poison Unearthed spirits wail in saturnine winds caressing the seeds of acrid dreamscapes Morphing in forbidden incantations, I bleed winged shadows over rivers vast, shimmering in vapours of velvet cyanide Corvid screams saturate the sky; seducing the equilibrium of insanity Black roses float in ballads of of nocturnal evolution
Across barren landscapes unblinking eyes secrete whispers of death into incessant falls of liquid ash Betwixt mortal heartbeats, cold talons release orbs of melancholy The blood of sepulchral darkness hastens unto the call of my brethren In shallow of ebon fields I bask, awaiting the providence of dark stars Dead horizons stream in open veins as hues of delirium hallucinate in a tempest of crimson rainfall I spread my wings and gaze into night’s sky - flying deep in dark flow rising