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I - Vile Incantation
08:21
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In the midst of iniquitous dusk,
Echoes the wretched dragon's call.
In the heart of a realm cast aflame,
Looms its spells of abhorrent scorn.
Terror descends upon scalded wings,
Possessed by mass asperity,
It conjures it's vile sorcery,
Weaving wicked precursory.
Plaguing the elements,
Is this vile incantation,
Its wretched spells. It's twisted writs,
Abound with condemnation.
Ancient and rotten,
Is this vile incantation,
And so, we beckon the cosmic arts,
Dragonward, against the dark.
Richula Mis Grasmadav,
Chitallix Es Tamo Llyad,
Gortmedeaux Ziri Otach,
Ispilic Frieg Ormentec.
Through the ruins of crippling scorn,
Forged by beings of virulence,
Ancient spells of a dead tongue are versed,
Unrecalled incantations bloom.
As waters churn in violent disgust,
As horizons crumble and Rot,
A trio cloaked in obscurity,
Strive to quell such impurity.
Fetch the scrolls of Vorgenath,
The codex of the five,
Cast forth against the Tyrant,
He who forsook the tide.
Shamans of ancient sagacity,
Grant us prowess and pride,
Bestow might to slay a fallen God,
He who forsook the tide.
Suddenly, A strange voice beckons from afar,
It carries across the winds of time,
Although masked with the guise of serenity,
I know this voice, it is the voice of TREACHERY!
Cast forth the avenger,
See our steel is fed,
Spells of burning bedlam,
Now Twisting overhead.
Sorcery sears enchanting tongues,
The writ now filled with dread,
Lightning surges onward,
Crackling stars of red.
Black wings fall, their valor decays,
This land settles in victory,
Putrid flesh of this foe slain,
Consumes my morality,
My mind swells with visions of truth,
My heart blackens with scorn,
My fallen God, this is no end,
You shall reign once more.
Blessing the elements,
Is our vile incantation,
Spells of power, writs of fear,
Shall face no condemnation,
Ancient and Hallowed,
Is vile incantation,
And so, we beckon the cosmic arts,
Dragonward, forward the dark.
Richula Mis Grasmadav,
Chitallix Es Tamo Llyad,
Gortmedeaux Ziri Otach,
Ispilic Frieg Ormentec!
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And so, the great dragon Kelgaroth possesses the arch mage Zorven. Victorious battle cries are now silenced by Zorven's twisted magicks. The waters of the land churn and froth and devolve to a toxic slime. Those who succumb to their thirst meet a gruesome end and rise again as servants of the dark!
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II - Before the Unknown
04:43
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Legions of the dark amass,
Assailants for the vengeful hand,
The faceless ternion spread its curse,
With chants of doom now imminent.
Heralds of the nautical plague,
As boundless as the cosmic void,
Distorts the flesh of feeble man,
It's power flows with poisonous wrath.
Succumb to the Voidflow, Bow before the unknown.
This unruly sickness,
In this kingdom forever cold,
In its wake, colossal violence,
From the fallen God of old.
(CHAOS!) By the dragons command,
(MADNESS!) From the sorcerers hand,
(DARKNESS!) Overshadow this land.
AND SUCH IS THE VOID FLOW
Succumb to the Voidflow. Bow before the unknown.
Arms of steel lie futile,
Against the aquatic purge,
Once noble armies, ravaged
They cannot fight this scourge.
Horror crowned in victory,
In this kingdom forever cold,
The horizon drowns in silence, By the fallen God of old.
Succumb to the Voidflow. Bow before the unknown.
These waters churn their sickened tides,
Ironclad warriors rotting in rust,
Malice is cast, growing with might,
Disfigured pawns now have bane for their king.
An unwelcomed curse, From bowels of the sea,
Lay's waste to those who may ponder it's drink,
This doomspell is cast, this doomspell shall reign,
Glory to Kelgaroth, the God of the slain.
(CHAOS!) By the dragons command.
(MADNESS!) From the sorcerers hand.
(DARKNESS!) Overshadow this land.
AND SUCH IS THE VOID FLOW!
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The once mighty kingdom is reduced to rubble. But Kelgaroth hungers for a higher throne. The throne of a God! Under the dragon’s command, Zorven invokes the lost rites of the black moon, raising the dragons corpse to an imperious spire. The spire becomes the seat of power, the stage for deicide!
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III - Impious Majesty
10:33
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Behold the flesh!
Pulsing in scorn!
Behold the blood!
From this kingdom reborn!
Behold the might!
From the cosmic unknown!
'Tis the end of an age!
Antique gods now dethrone!
Arise the spire, spawned from the chasms of dread,
It's presence stained, with blood of the ruinous dead.
Arise the spire, devised from such carnal brawn,
Behold this spire, that smothers the weakening dawn.
Altars,
Deteriorate,
The godless Legions arise,
Unmeasured horror their guise.
Sanctums,
Disintegrate,
A feeble deity slain,
An impious majesty reigns!
Fringes like dejected thorn,
Pierce through the foreboding winds,
The plot of the blighted unfurls,
As the opposing powers rescind.
The claim of a vigorous throne,
Through vessels Forged in dead flesh,
Eternal, such wait of the fallen,
For It's malice it shall not atone,
The gore-laden trio grins fiercely,
The bringers of ages so dark,
Their madness soon at its summit,
To unholy sanctums, embark!
Ascend the spire, the bastion that spirals so high,
To undo this world, it's natural order awry.
Ascend the spire, to speak the words that portend,
The death of a God, a revolting, impetuous end.
Altars,
Deteriorate,
The godless Legions arise,
Unmeasured horror their guise.
Sanctums,
Disintegrate,
A feeble deity slain,
An impious majesty reigns!
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Millennias pass and a dying sun cracks the cursed earth. Misery envelops Zorven's weary mind. Suddenly, in flash of clarity, he can recall the kingdom's fleeting splendour, the natural beauty of the druidic groves of the North. The fires of revelation spark.
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IV - From Darkest Murk
04:23
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Cimmerian dawn,
For aeons, ever burning,
In lands of dead quiescence,
The monolithic spire reigns.
Millennia have come and gone,
Yet I remains ageless,
My vision sparks with cognizance,
To this enslaved immortality.
Olden shadows of the past still remain,
Anathema formed by powers arcane,
Ever Deathless, we serve the ebon throne,
From Darkest murk our kismet sewn.
Caliginous monarchy,
Composed by my hand,
A madman's reverie,
Shrouds my will in chains,
Once visceral beast,
Now, infallible god
Once a mighty three,
Now, mere feeble pawns.
Suddenly my eyes beheld this draconian horror,
Widened at the surrounding ruin.
Four thousand years of Kelgaroth's command,
And an eternity still to ensue.
Our home and spells have long perished,
Renounced for rotten betrayal.
I shall serve no master,
I shall obliterate this curse!
Free from my corporeal prison,
I make my way to dark forest,
The sole refuge from my blight,
I kneel before the overgrown silent shrine.
Blessed by the old gods of the forest,
And the wisdom of ancients past,
I see the dark path before me, the path of the self destruction.
I shall return this world to the womb, and destroy the vessel for this ancient evil.
My fate lies with the tomb of the universe, the womb of the world,
I shall open the eye of quintessence.
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Zorven returns to the rotten spire,
Fueled by a fiery bane.
Kelgaroth can gaze upon his every move,
Prognosticate his every thought.
The solution to this madness rests in the depths,
Zorven wrestles with weighted doubt,
But is certain of his fate.
He must die.
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V - Eye of Quintessence
11:09
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The mystic gate, awaits in caverns grim,
The dormant pit, slumbers in its depths,
With morbid clairvoyance I venture this path,
Embracing the splendor of death.
My vision clouds, amidst oppressive dark,
Tremulous, to walk this barren womb.
The eye of quintessence, devourer of worlds,
It's unspoken pansophy waits.
Beneath the waves,
The black, nebulous pit.
Beneath the waves,
Awaiting sacrament.
Beneath the waves,
The cold, starving void,
Beneath the waves,
A realm beyond, tearing viciously.
Impetuous worm!
Supine to my commands!
Treasonous writhing snake, your hand built this realm,
your eternal sin!
The stars of dead cosmos swirl in its depths,
The light of their fury untorn.
Destructive rites hurl from my breath,
A banished vigor reborn!
And as a fleeting dream falls from the very mind which wrought it…
Once again, nightfall envelops my mind.
A mystic gate, a visage from the dark,
The pit rises up from my slumber,
With morbid clairvoyance I ponder this path,
The dragon suspending my death.
My vision clouds, endless sins our mark,
Returning to dawn- the shaping of the world.
The eye of quintessence, devourer of worlds,
Finally calling- the time-shrouded ancient words.
I beckon the ghosts of this kingdom,
To lay waste to this blasphemous ground,
Cast your realm into rubble,
To restore its fading valor,
I reach to the skies for your power,
To bestow to my mortal hands,
Let my vessel become your vengeance,
Let your anger flow through my veins!
Spells of an old world
From a time far beyond
The augurs of apocalypse
Reading the stars
Beholding my fate,
From a life long before,
Of a time of trees and soft winds
To never again return.
Richula Mis Grasmadav,
Chitallix Es Tamo Llyad,
Gortmedeaux Ziri Otach,
Ispilic Frieg Ormentec.
The echoing screams fall to a hush,
As the spire crumbles within,
The behemoth is now but a memory.
His torment shall linger no more,
Shattered are the binding chains,
To our fragile fate we now succumb.
With a final glance I see the darkness,
Dissolve by the light of the dawn!
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