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 sanity’s 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 Midwinter’s night
The call of the dying god
Sounds loudly in my soul’s 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 moon’s 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 abyss’ 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 one’s own glory.
They complete their incantations
And even as they are consumed
They exult in an army’s 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...