Atlantis - The Drifters

For it is the iniquity of man which compels him to these tenebrous gates,

seeking

opiate dreams and the alluring embrace of oblivion… Know that I have cavorted

beneath

the horned moon with repellent fiends, and liberated virgins from the burden of

their

maidenhood.

(Supping deep of that sweet ichor and revelling in the sanguineous

megrims

my ophidian tongue has wrought.) Tyrannic I am where the Serpent dwells,

the lissome

embrace of the succubi, Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and claw,

enthroned

beneath black nether-skies.

Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the) blades

of

the assassins, The call of Ul-Yeh in the air, the crystal skull is shattered,

A veil

of cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of (trenchant) steel and fire, Hearken

to the slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.

The Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the Chronicle of Shadows):

Such adoration bestowed upon me beneath the cryptic moon!

Caressed by ululant

lotus-stained

tongues… (Behold the true purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the

mantle

of shadow, and let the deluded, debauched sybarites flee in terror from that

darkness

which they profess to embrace!)

Beyond the spheres of light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars,

I bring the

iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth, seared in the crucible of blasphemy!

For amorphous

they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand years, Abhorrent colossi spawned

from the sinistrous cosmic spheres.

And upon their tongues, vile secrets so

terrible

sweet madness is a redolent balm!

The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph of the Dark):

I shall glut the maw of that ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in the

soul

of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle of Shadows…

: «» (Hordan Kor) "