Circumambulations of the Solar Inferno
“Darkness is a path, a secret swirling river, where the lidded eye opens to ancient dreams. The dusk is a door, a coffin of stone, which I have dressed my soul in moldered flesh to enter. Cloaked in decay, the world falls into the gloom of barren earth and my Shadow drowns the temple behind me. Yet I am not fallen, but hidden. I am Flame amid waters of disturbance and desolation. Transgressing, not sinking. Marching across Night, through the depths of doom and decadence, I am Star masked with skin and scalps of gods. A riddled truth sweeping between the shores of ghosts' hollow cries. Concealing lock upon lock within the old Serpent's chambers with thunderbolt words, I am Turning and Becoming in Dying, an endless Dawn unseen by Day.” I face the West and in adoration I hail the setting Sun That Falls upon the ramparts of the Watchtower of Death and Dreams To enter verily into the DEATH's mansion and in might hermitage illumine The autumnal thorn-path towards Midnight The labyrinth of crimson dusk To pass through the entrance of the underworld And be changed by ordeal Praise thee, O dying Sun! Praise thee, O Fallen One! Hoary as the earthen grave to which you have come Wise in your ancient aspect As thy elder epithet By relinquishing unto DEATH. Another ingress beget Imperator at the Watchtower Of DEATH and of Dreams By the Western road towards Great Midnight The Fallen Star gleams! Burnishing the skies with crimson and gold Turning lead black as thy burning wings doth unfold Enter the Earth, enter the Grave And hearken now forth towards ancestors mighty and brave Infernal Lampadiphor Psychopomp self-slain With hell-mouth billows Kindle the forge-fires of Cain And speak now his name! And speak now his name! Noctifer rise! From the felled corpse self-slain! In congress at crossed roads A new form obtained In casket and tomb The sepulchral King now ordained Go forth now as DEATH's wayfarer Upon the crooked road of bane Tread the thorn-path towards Great Midnight To enter Death's fane!
Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025
“See, there shines a torch amid the graveyard of heaven's assembly, a spark in the weary pupilla of Oblivion. Awake in the kingdoms of primordial slumber and steadfastly alight in hollowed space. A burning meteor cast into the waters of the underworld, as a Fire ripen in Shade and bloomed in Tartarus' mire.” “See, I am a Secret star drunk on and drenched in the blood of the Dragon's heart, pulsating within the depths of Eternity. A black glistening eye that pierces through the borders of Sequence and Form. For I am the Bringer of Night enthroned at the centre of all Darkness, luring with of the riddled Light of all lights.” Praise thee, O Midnight-Sun! Praise thee, O Hidden One! Towards the Heights within the Depths Rise and become! By the left-hand of reaping And words without breath Self-crown thee with Night's diadem Within the Temple of Death Enshrined in Deep Midnight DEATH and life the self-same The candle of wisdom |Betwixt the black horns of twain And speak now his name! And speak now his name! Ye have become DEATH! The All-slaying athame O Lord of Deep Midnight The Sun of Black Flame! The crux of the High Sabbath Night's power untamed Hail to Thee Light of that Sun which shineth bright at Midnight's hour, in the night of body's senses overturned, withdrawn in silence of the tomb. Laid bare beneath the Daimon's glance, which pierceth sharp as any lance the centre of my flaming heart.
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 26, 2025
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