No more these frozen nights, boughs weighted with mystery
No more the calm and vast expanse
The icy plane where skates these visions nivernal
O Sun! What rises now is falling
Burns the air and steals the old
What rises now is hellfire not
The sun has come to earth
O Night, North winds, O seven stars return
Hide me from the hostile light
That does not warm, but burns
The sun has come to earth
Sown whirlwinds return
As death's bright blade sweeps once verdant hills
The horizon hauls a burning sky, the earth a kiln
Dies Irae no more impends
Sothis' howl with Sybil's word blends
No sudden rush, no blinding flash, but canicule unending
Orion's hound Sothis' howl with Sybil's word blending

Find in me the end of all this pallid race
Find in me the nadir, effete and dissipate
Find in me the crowning blow of this age of decline
Corrupted and weak, decadent, refined
Through fields of asphodel...
Sweet wine of witchery, perfume our fall
For thine impurity the Rose of Charon blooms
Find before you a groaning board
Corpses heaped with rotting fruit
Extravagant decay in gasping ruins laid
A rebours et sans salut!
Fly not the craven course of sanitas and strength
In spleen and song and mire, the smitten harp inspires
Through fields of asphodel, traipsing the empire of sorrow
Raise high your chalice child, drink to our demise
Drink deep! Poison deliver us all
From vile submission to life
Only the indolent know
What calming dishonor
What vile submission, life

We are lost, profligate and wasted
Against laws human and divine
We riot in hell tonight
Rising down from a place once on high
Frivols hallowed by strange designs
Honor, glory scorned
Grace by sin adorned
Resplendent in diabolic thirst
I saw below many devils, many damned
Leaping, carousing in fucking sin
One looked up grinning
All looked up screaming
"Join us!"
"Join us in decline!"
We are lost, profligate and wasted
Ravished and misspent
Against laws human and divine
We rot in hell tonight

Many men have loved the bell
You dangled from the reins
Weeping blood like corundum
In their facets fair reflecting
Lacrymae Tyranni, Lacrymae Caedis
Dulce et decorum est
Lost in beauty, lost in gore
Shades of ancients conquering
Chiming sweet and pure
Spirits dredged from their graves, in revenant parade
Phantoms mumming pompe funebre
Mouthing benedictions strange
"No promised end, these wild desires
Could all or half fulfill
No threatened hell with quenchless fires
subdue this quenchless will!"
Lacryma caedis, dulce et decorum est
Riding the rough god goes out
Wastes beyond wastes within
Blood cuts the bed of the river
Swalled unfelt by the sea
Unlight me now. Swell, imperious bells.

If there must be, must be
A spirit that moves matter's shattered form
Let it be an awful ringing
A fathomless unknown
A refulgent nothing
What hunger without desire
Senseless and cold
The fountain that empties the world overflows
O Terra Infidel! Spoiling to be known
A figure hanging, features covered
By her fallen gown
There will be nothing unmeasured anymore
What unknowing counter comes, silent and blind
To empty heaven of its hymns
And hell of its cries
Less and less, O savage spirit!
Less heeded your call
A step upon a path
Forgotten and overgrown
What wearied passage here, from soul to poison soul
Here we wallow, here we writhe
Like a serpent with a broken spine

We were older than the sun
Yet younger than the moon
In the air that should quicken
Bodies sicken sicker still
Blood chokes the roots
Thy domain of unbounded horizon
Gapes like hell within
Le savoir sombre file ou se forme la larve
Take this choler, take this bile
Take this coin from my tongue
Rapt, enchanted by this vision
Painted upon a pall
Blood swallows the moon
Thy domain of boundless despoil
Gapes like hell within
Dark praise in seas of sleep
Praise for awakening terror
For the anguish consummate
That counsels to perish
O Saturna, so arrayed
Praise for the anguish consummate
That counsels all to perish

I saw a sudden the cold and rook-delighting world
Dungeons wails and crypts swell
Twelve moons in hell
Under the ciphers' spell
All that is solid melts
Like flesh into air
Old gods dethroned
Calling forth unmoored vast formless things
In patterns of thy butchery
In the shadows of my breed
Leviathan now quartered, drawn
Black dragons of chaos tamed
By runes opaque
In twilight ritual, the world unmade
Lost in red winds
The rooks, rising in a net
Descend again
Silent, in a net upon the trees