The Chaos Magician

I am the mystic splendour of the metallic stars

Embracing the pestilence rapture

Through the shrieks of passionless gods

My craft is the snakes of fire

Ascending in the spine of perpetual darkness

My fists are pierced with the grip of madness

Yet I breath the poisons

Of the serpents soul

I spoke the tongue of chaos

And the fire tongue of old -

"Niiso laiden Choronzon-Zilodary Nanta!"

"Niiso laiden Shugal-Zilodary Nanta!"

I drift my eyes into the violent dreams of Arzulgh

I evoke the black blood of the carnivorous spectres

Spectres that have blistered the frozen desert

The flesh of my vortex is the transplutonic flames

Massing like a tower into my own flesh and veins

I've taken flight on the Atlantean phoenix winds!

Yet I breath the poisons

Of the serpents soul

I spoke the tongue of chaos

And the fire tongue of old -

"Niiso laiden Choronzon-Zilodary Nanta!"

"Niiso laiden Shugal-Zilodary Nanta!"

I am the lost majesty of the wisdom of S'lba

I am the warlord born in the trills of wretched chaos

I've become the olden-ones nebulous heavens & hells

Becoming the wraith of the ecstasy eternal

The wizard-soothsayer when the Qliphotic mind,

Has been hurled to abysmal destruction!

Yet I breath the poisons

Of the serpents soul

I spoke the tongue of chaos

And the fire tongue of old -

"Niiso laiden Choronzon-Zilodary Nanta!"

"Niiso laiden Shugal-Zilodary Nanta!"

Oannes communes to me

the essence of the hydra realm. Nothing is not- To

crumble the sinfull walls of the mind. I command

their visitation. When the mourning of the sun Has come to die! I am the invisiable path.

To the abominations of time. For my ancient spirits.

Can never die!