From where old walls have guarded in slumber, and where statues, older yet, have watched with dreary eye and heavy mind, the eroding barriers
Of forgotten gates
And the harrowing whisper of something else
Brazen deities ascend to the spires zenith
Storming visions sanctioned from the prisms depths
Walk the Ley-Lines and embrace the horror (whore)
Of the revelations:
Bleed and ring true
Realized, they shatter our fragile shell
Decades waning beneath a thousand-faced moon
When 7 are broken, 1000 shall be born
And on high whispered "Rejoice in the end of existence)
Spawn the impossible from the tars of pre-creation and splinter the faiths of man
And in their awakening they shatter mans delusions of Gods and devils, the lies of science and the tenderness of conscious thought.
There will be no gnosis in death, nor ascension of any sort, only formless voices
From the veiled thrones
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