A Black Moon Broods Over Lemuria
The Aspirant: Praise the Crystalline Oracle! I am blessed with enlightenment! Hark, Ancient Ones! Hear me in thy ebon vaults beneath the earth, in thy hoary tombs beneath the waves! Hear me in your deathless slumber! Hearken! Soon, that slumber shall cease, and you shall rise, rise as avenging avatars! Your victory shall be absolute, and a new era of human obeisance shall dawn! The universe awaits your glorious ressurrection! Purge the world! Cleanse all creation with your purity! Praise the crawling chaos! The time has come! Reveal the sinistrous power of the Six Keys!
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025
All witches fly to me... I have torn the veil of dreams, enraptured by (the gleam of) moon-frost's caress, My heart is held in icy thrall, the horned moon's sweet enchantment, The Topaz Throne is beckoning, the jewelled sword awaits my grasp, The dreaming gods now grimly brood in the silence of Atlantean spires. The sky is black with chaos-fiends, spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings, Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings. All witches fly to me! Witch of heather, moor and sea, come lay with me as twilight falls, Grant me the black Elven sword and the draught of immortality, The scent of night about your flesh, enfold me in this mist of lace, Your lips grow red by candlelight, my beloved is raven-tressed. The sky is black with chaos-fiends, spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings, Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings. And now the blossoms fade, Lost within your dark eyes (I drown within those ebon eyes) The sweetest tears I taste (glistening upon your lips), This ichor of your kisses... Weave thy dark spells, 'neath the bright moon, Witch-fire is glimmering through sunken marble halls. The Black Gate opens... blood sates the Ebon Blade...
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025
Black stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Fen-witch revel in ancient spellcraft, beneath a horned and waning moon, Enchantress, heather-bride a' dreaming, the beckoning gloom enthralls me, The Lord of Wolves haunts the forest, in brooding winter's icy rapture, Hoarfrost glimmers 'neath the moon, sorcery opens fiend-haunted pathways before me. Black Stone summoning the eternal power of the winter moon... Enthralled by the evil lotus-dreams, witches' eyes agleam with candle-flame, Nine Elven stones beneath the waves, whispered spells in serpent-tongues, Gleaming sword in ice enshrined, Chaos-Throne witch-fire entwined, Marsh grasses swaying 'neath the moon, dark spellcraft summons the Black Gate before me... Icy waters whispering, Tower of Silence hides the shadow-key, Ember-trees haunt my fevered dreams, Moon-Bride, sing thine dark enchantment. The moonless abysses of mid-earth, black basaltic halls of night, Ghoul-plagued darkness, vale of fiends, amorphous leige bloats and breeds. Elder shadows writhing before the silvern gate of eternal winter, Dark shapes entwine the mist-veiled cromlech, Dynig torchlight gleams on silent black waters, Fen-wolves sing to the gibbous moon... Arise from dreams, shape-shifting fiends, Dance madly 'neath the moon, To the pipes of bone, anoint the (witches') stone, Beneath the ancient tomb.
Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Apr 23, 2025
Dark baleful shades astride the mystic heath, Old land's enchantments, wolf-eyes agleam, The moon slips 'neath the darkling sea, The trees sing enthralling chants as the old gods dream... As a black moon broods over Lemuria, ebon witchfire enshrouds the gleaming citadels, Sinistrous shadows rise from the vaults of the dreaming elder gods, Ophidian eyes glimmer through the icy whispering moon-mist... Shimmers of black in the massing dark, moon-frost glistens upon my tongue, The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak, my soul encased in antediluvian steel, The shades of pallid night descend, to the ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls, Enshrined in ice and witches' spells, and silence falls on the marble walls. By the eldritch glow of black moonfire, the forst-shrouded trees whisper of silent paths, Brooding shades rise forth from the night-dark sea, a black tide of fiends erupts from the ebon gate. Shimmers of black in the massing dark, moon-frost glistens upon my tongue, The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak, my soul encased in antediluvian steel, The shades of pallid night descend, to ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls, Enshrined in ice and witches' spells, and silence falls on the marble walls. Winter moonlight gleams through crooked boughs, The icy caress of night entwines the eon-veiled Obsidian Tower, The whisperings of ancient tongues are borne upon the winds, Dark time-lost spells hold the key to the frost veiled Gate of the Black Moon... And in the dark ethereal mists of winter dreams, The ebon waters of enlightment gleam 'neath the black moon, And the Valley of the Silent Paths beckons... Slumbering upon the throne of moon-caressed ice, I have supped deep the draught of white vapours, Shimmering upon the gleaming garlanded marble, A single strand of glimmering gossamer... Beneath the vaults of shadow-haunted tombs, I see the fire that burns like the black heart of night. In brooding and sombre visions I hear cries, Enthralling cries 'neath this frost moon rising I hear the slithering of forces that seethe serpentine in black gulfs, In the dark and silent places... The whisperer in crystal speaks in dreams, Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment. Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars. There is witchcraft in the moon, And brooding silence reigns over the woods. My storm-forged sword (stained with the blood of a thousand slain foes), Ensorcelled by eon-veiled incantations. Dark wizards' spells entwine me in ravening shackles, And black roses draw my blood with thorns as sharp as serpent's tooth... I fall into the rapturous embrace of sloe-eyed witches, The moon gleaming upon their ivory bosoms, And descend into the still, icy waters of the lakes. Beyond the veil of the North-Winds, I await the emissaries of the tyrant, The wind whispering across the everlasting snows... My slumber is as light as a wolf's. Serpents coil entempled ramparts Of the sunken jewelled cities, Wolves of winter's moon are roaming The temples of the heather gods. Great worm whose tail rests in its mouth, The circle-without-end burns bright, Brood o'er the far night's distant vale, And shifting heather hill's wandering light. Like snow that falls on the sea, Like smoke that rides upon the breeze, Like hoarfrost that melts before the sun, Now silence broods over Lemuria... Shimmers of black in the massing dark, moon-frost glistens upon my tongue, The wraiths have gathered beneath the oak, my soul encased in antediluvian steel, The shades of pallid night descend, to ride the slime-flecked jewelled halls, Enshrined in ice and witches' spells, and silence falls on the marble walls. "R'acan Ahalgana chamiabac ahalmez ahatocob tocapa chiamiaholom ahchami." As a black moon broods over Lemuria.
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 23, 2025
Ancient cromlech carved of ice, etched against a glimmering sky, Beneath the pale moonlight, the witch enthralling, (like the sublime) scent of black lotus, Hailing a black sun with ebon rays, hailing a black moon as onyx agleam, The dark horn sounds 'cross the nighted vale, shadows call in this bleak winter's dream. I seize the throne round Dagon's stone, dark hordes arise 'neath winter skies, Forged 'neath the moon, by Skulthur's tomb, blood-oath sealed, by frost-veiled steel. White flames dancing on the snow, the witch-fire gleams through Northern skies, The frost of heather upon her tongue, whispering dreams of Atlantean spires, Ruby lipped, midnight tressed, eyes as black as raven's wing, Flesh so pale as dawn-frost gleaming, kisses sweet like moon-dew's tears. Deep within the glacial ice-veiled temple, Ancient enchantments summon the shades of the dreaming Serpent Kings... And the Ophidian Throne once again draws power from the moon-shrouded crystal... Mystic steel is anointed by the crimson wine of battle, and blood reddens the gleaming snow. Storm-borne bride of winter's fire, serpent-witch of the whispering fens, Veils of scarlet and sable, blood spilled in the vault of night, Frost-garlanded, the mind-binding glimmer of tear-filled ophidian eyes, The gleam of winter moonlight upon black waters, nighted spells of the enchantress. Scourge of Angsaar, wielder of the Black Sword, Immortal Lord of Darkmere, Serpent-Witch ensorcle me. Black Sun... Black Moon!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
Hearken to the grisly murmur of nameless fiends, black jaws drooling blasphemy, Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet, the wyrm-horn sounds 'cross Dagon's mere, Shadow-gate (portal to the Black Pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning... Spells scrawled in blood and frosty rime, Squamous god encoils the onyx shrine, (by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by ophidian eyes. Pungent odour of engorged flesh, vaults of eon-veiled horror, Embraced by delerium, witches' balms anoint me. Veils of frost entwine me in the haze of baleful moon-cursed dreams, I hear the High Ones whispering ancient spells in long-dead tongues, There is the gleam of blackened steel in the flickering torchlight, And I embrace the balm of sublime forgetfulness... By the blaze of the burning skulls, beneath the Well of the Black Flame, In the vaults of the dreaming gods, shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone. Squamous orbs, black sword, drink deep, blood oath. Supine shapes dancing in the mist, (serpent-tongued) priestess bares her pale flesh, Shadows crawl to the sundered stones, the Eternal Fiends exult in rapture. Tomb-worms bloat on carnal blood, trickling onto wraith-carved stone, Dark laughter echoes through the vaults, black-winged, cruel as envenomed steel. In the Well of Black Flame, squamous shapes writhe, a dark tide of shadows follows me, Ravening fiends unleashed to feed, incantations pour in torrents from my lips... Wraiths and fiends whirl to my bidding... Horrors 'neath the pyramid.
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 23, 2025
Silvern skull, sable shroud, ebon tower, onyx crown. Witchfire, black citadel, frost-shrouded steel, moon-veiled spell. The skyqueen of the dead rides forth, black storm-borne steeds, (their flanks anointed by) immortal blood, Hark to the striking of the winds, the moon burns black as slaughter reigns. Witch-Storm! Bright fires agleam through winter's night, Dark spells whispered on the winds, The trees enrob'd in veils of frost, Moonfire entwines the Eye of Khthon. From the moon-swathed depths of winter-mists, enchantress, she-who-walks-the-night-alone, Sloe-eyed shape-shifting succubus, silken veils and slime-smeared flesh. Witch-storm! Storm-Witch, hearken this night, hone this black blade with sorcery, Battle-spells annoint my flesh, let blood and steel be my glory. Elder tongues encarved in sinistrous slime-flecked stone, The Obsidian Tower broods 'neath the moon, Winged fiends descend from storm-raught skies, Black Ring, key to the Shadow Gate, aglow with eldritch spells. Forged in witchfire, envenomed steel, ensorcelled blade, blood-ravening, Ebon demon's tooth, the bane of Kings, red rain of slaughter, prow of blood. WITCH-STORM!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 23, 2025
Black Legions ravening for blood, Dark Lords hearken to my call, Warriors rise forth from the earth, battle-spells empower me, The Throne of Kings, the summoning, marble halls sunk 'neath the waves, Storm-wolves a prowl (beneath) the ebon moon, immortal hordes, pledge me thine steel! The clarion call of battle sounds, iron gleams in baleful flame, Slaughter shines from misted eyes, storm-forged blade drink deep. Stench of carnage fires my blood, my bride of steel sings in my hand, Corpse-mounds piled to touch the sky, black fury enshroud me! Bleed for the gods of war! Flesh to sate the worms! By this sword I rule! Dreadful fall of slaughter, raw scent of fresh-spilled blood, Crimson rain falls from the sky, ravens ride the storm. Black cloud of arrows, red storm of swords, dark wave of carnage... slaughterfall! By blood and steel I rule!
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 23, 2025
Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined Enraptured by the moon's sweet spells, 'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched. The Topaz Throne of Kings is crack'd, eon-veiled, enrob'd in black, Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset's fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre. "Thus spake the silent halls of Valusia..." Curses borne on vampyre tongues, elder-fiends, o' nameless ones, Torches glow in silver cressets, in the Temple of the Serpent, Waves enshroud where marble gleamed, spectral witch-song rides the gale, Black wings above the land of dreams, and silence haunts the nighted vale. Winged dragon coiled in thrice, bane of flame in shadowed ice, Flooded by the bloated moon, the ivory worm now sleeps entombed. Ten thousand spear-points gleaming bright, sharp-honed steel in pale dawn's light, Grim-eyed legions wait brooding, 'neath the banner of the Serpent-King. Winged dragon coiled in thrice, bane of flame in shadowed ice, Flooded by the horned moon, awake o' worm and quit thy tomb. "Thus spake the silent halls of Valusia..." The Atlantean sword beckons me, and I descend from moon-shrouded skies Into the Tower of the Black Serpent... Tales are told to me now in dreams, shadowed lyre strings, and sweet whisperings... The grim and glorious battles of warrior kings, (when the earth ran red with the blood of the slain), And the shining realm of Valusia... Carried upon the sweet night winds, piercing the veil of my delirium, I embrace the rapturous scent of black lotus. (I hear the lament of the Immortals...) "Ka nama kaa lajerama, Yagkoolan yok tha xuthalla!" And lo, I hear the beat of black leathern wings from moonless gulfs, Dark spirits wander the silent halls of the Sapphirean Throne, And in dreams I see the oceans rise to devour the gleaming spires, As the shades of immortals guide me to the Valley of Silent Paths... Black winds whispering 'cross the fens, In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined, Enraptured by the moon's sweet spells, 'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched. The topaz throne of kings is crack'd, eon-veiled enrob'd in black, Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset's fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre. Thus spake the Antediluvean Scrolls.
Submitted by Immortal — Apr 23, 2025