MYRDDRAAL - Black Construction

Black Construction I - Surrounded By Unlight

Crystal air...

In the night 
Surrounded 
By unlight 

Cursing...
Falling...

Crying out, defying the rule 
Of faith which cast me into this 

My world cannot die! 

I cannot end! 

In the night 
Surrounded 
By unlight 

My world cannot die...

Thousands 
Of years 

Before I can rise 
To worship again 
The most ancient gods 

Locked within myself, interred 
Where no hand might trace my name 
Or intervene in salvation...

My world cannot die...

It remains within my mind...
My advent shall re-form it 
For their glory, and for mine. 

Falling... cursing me 

My lesson 
Ends itself 

In sanityís overturning 
In the expression of my will 
In scorning the imprecations...

In the cold 
Arisen 
In new flesh 

In battle, steeled, armoured, weaponed...
In blood coloured black by the moon...
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Black Construction II - A Shred Of Flesh

A shred of flesh 

Torn 
From 
Night 

Fell upon 
My opened mouth 
On Midwinterís night 

The call of the dying god 
Sounds loudly in my soulís self...
I scream as I rise aloft 

Leave my body 
Look down upon it as I climb 

Torn from 
The night 

I trace the path of the black moon...
I open a channel of force 
Connecting my soul to that face. 

Flesh 

Is transformed 

Formed by will 
Astral flesh 
Envelops 

Spell, cast. 
Wills, linked. 

I am us 
We are I 
Linked brothers 

We begin the incantation 

Setting darkling rune-forms 
Over the works of the Light. 

Our war begins 

Though scattered, we are as one 

Consecrated 

To us, 
To them...
Apocalypse 

Or perhaps a new aeon...

Shredded flesh 
Torn at night 
Will feed us.
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Black Construction III - Black Moon Night

Black 
Moon 
Night: 

Unbound from any single law 
Save the covenant of the night...
The pact of eternal dark...

Long I sought for my salvation. 

I have found it 

In the black moon night 

In my own blood...

It sings of my heritage...

Old destiny 

The moonís might: 
I hold it. 

My right hand discards my mercy; 
My left hand wields the blade of blight. 

Black 
Moon 
Night 

I have sought: 

I have found: 
I have warred: 
I have won. 

The abyssí own voice 
Knows my secret name 
And sings it aloud. 

I have found 
Black moon might. 

Light unbinds before my eyes. 

Black 
Moon, 

Scream 
My 
Curse...
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Black Constructioon IV - Cries Of Satanic Zeal

Dusk, time of death...

Gazing 
About 

At the mountains of black stone, 
The elder untouched forest 
And the dark, fog-shrouded lakes 

The mages shed blood 

Instead of 
The tears they 
Do not shed 

As they cast their eyes upon the 
Bright-bladed forces of the light. 

War-hate 

Impels them forward 

To pronounce their spell 

To blight and 
To destroy 
Their enemies 

Or as many of them 

As 
They 
Can...

As they die 

In a dark 
Sacrifice 
For their lord. 

They do not tremble in blood-fear, 
These magicians, since their ending 
Will be rewarded by their king. 

Their hate will sustain 
Their minds and their force 
In their afterlife. 

They have been promised new life 
In forms of old rotting flesh 
To continue their spellcraft 
For the dark oneís own glory. 

They complete their incantations 
And even as they are consumed 
They exult in an armyís death. 

All those soldiers of the cross 
Are sent to death to find 
No truth in theology...

And though the mages also scream, 
Their cries are of satanic zeal...