Yes I feel it, the power fills me.
Yes, I feel the universe within me! I am a part of the cosmos! The power flows through me!
Of what consequence are you now? This planet, these people. They are nothing to me!
The universe is power! Real, unstoppable power! And I am that force!
I am that power! Kneel before your master!
Fool! You are no longer my equal! I am more than man! More than life!
I am a God! Now You will kneel!

All witches fly to me I have torn the veil of dreams,
Enraptured by the gleam of moon-frost's caress,
My heart is held in icy thrall, the horned moon's sweet enchantment,
The Topaz Throne is beckoning, the jewelled sword awaits my grasp,
The dreaming gods now grimly brood in the silence of Atlantean spires.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends, spellcraft rides with witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.
All witches fly to me!

Witch of heather, moor and sea, come lay with me as twilight falls,
Grant me the black Elven sword and the draught of immortality,
The scent of night about your flesh, enfold me in this mist of lace,
Your lips grow red by candlelight, my beloved is raven-tressed.
The sky is black with chaos-fiends, spellcraft rides the witch-storm's wings,
Beneath the vaults of time-lost tombs, sorcerers summon the Shadow-Kings.

And now the blossoms fade, lost within your dark eyes I drown within those ebon eyes
The sweetest tears I taste glistening upon your lips, this ichor of your kisses
Weave thy dark spells, 'neath the bright moon,
Witch-fire is glimmering through sunken marble halls.
The Black Gate opens blood sates the Ebon Blade

I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends, black jaws drooling blasphemy,
Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet, the wyrm-horn sounds cross Dagon's mere,
Shadow-gate (portal to the Black Pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning...
Spells scrawled in blood and frosty rime, squamous god encoils the onyx shrine,
(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by ophidian eyes.
Pungent odour of engorged flesh, vaults of eon-veiled horror,
Embraced by delerium, witches' balms anoint me.

Veils of frost entwine me in the haze of baleful moon-cursed dreams,
I hear the High Ones whispering ancient spells in the long-dead tongues,
There is the gleam of blackened steel in the flickering torchlight,
And I embrace the balm of sublime forgetfulness...

By the blaze of the burning skulls, beneath the Well of the Black Flame,
In the vaults of the dreaming gods,shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone.
Squamous orbs, black sword, drink deep, blood oath.
Supine shapes dancing in the mist,
Serpent-tongued priestess bares her pale flesh,
Shadows crawl to the sundered stones,
The Eternal Fiends exult in rapture.

Tomb-worms bloat on carnal blood, trickling onto wraith-carved stone,
Dark laughter echoes through the vaults,
Black-winged, cruel as envenomed steel.
In the Well of Black Flame, squamous shapes writhe,
A dark tide of shadows follows me,
Ravening fiends unleashed to feed,
Incantations pour in torrents from my lips
Wraiths and fiends whirl to my bidding horrors 'neath the pyramid.

Hearken to the whispers, the sloth of hopelessness,
Pierced by night-dark arrows, embrace the succubus,
Weakened cords are yielding, the half-glimpsed shape is free,
Come ye pale moon's children, rend the blackened veil.
Night-shrouded blackened avatar, Writhing lambent squamous mass,
Clinging supine blackness, This shadow on the mist.

Labyrinthine darkness, viewed through the mist of tears,
Moon-frost upon my tongue, stagnate in chasmed fears,
Snares are laid now for me, with blossoms crushed in heaps,
The voice entwines and crackles in the whistling mane of wind.
Night-shrouded blackened avatar, Writhing lambent squamous mass,
Clinging supine blackness, This shadow on the mist.

The spurn of golden gateways, shackled to dank thoughts,
Adorned in glooming robes, the lord of fevered dreams,
Sibilant whispers ride the wings of plague-born shades,
See the viper in the blossoms, envenomed tapestry of graves.
A shadow on the mist