Darkness... Triumphator

Come forth, inexorable angels of leftness From your kingdom beyond the seas of sulphur Fulminate and burn this creation silently Into a mourning tundra where cyclones stir the embers Where wamphyric dragons tear the empyrean …like Ahriman slaughters the bull The abyssic coercion of Tiamat storms …crystallizes the megalith of suffering On lunar winds through the eternal night Through the funeral remnants into the fog From the forsaken tellurian sphere Towards your throne darker than darkness Where wamphyric dragons tear the firmament …as pazuzu’s lament heils The dictatorial call of Tiamat murmur …erects the cromlech of torture (a necrotic miasma to lustrate the quintessence of diabolism)