I am eclipsed in this moment
The blackest of spells
Necromancy at my fingertips
Insurrection at hand
I am weaving these spells
Under a blood crimson moon
Where my evil, tormenting
Howls resound
Eclipsed in the moment
Death is at hand
Vile creations, under command
Bleeding armies
Of ashen skinned dead
Spread across antarctic lands
Incantations of damned, forgotten glades
The ire of infinite pentagram shades
My desire for filth is abundant and true
My heart lust for the darkest un-truths
Betwixt gloomy eyes
A seedious lie
From damp murky swamps
Where the infinite reside
Undead and forlorn
We are burning with the scorn of unlimited pride
The victory that is found, in the eclipse of my soul
I am granted the true power of death
And I look skyward on, into the blackest of nights
Where my devilish soul, brimming with spite
And repose; exuding fecundity
Lo!
The whispering moon, in the gossamer night
The mischievous spells cast into the fight
I swarm with words of green magickal blades
To snuff the sun and its infinite blaze
I burn my mark onto the lake
They burn the goat at the stake
On the wood that was cut from God's throne
I spit on the corpse of His luxuriant shroud
With visage runes carved in deep marble stone
I unhallow the mass cemetery
In the sunken gray mist
Lucifer bless this darkness
Blood-letting in our cult
Of morbid strains and gains and pain
Hell-bent whims and whirlwinds across desolate plains
Our future gains, all come from un-death
Now I inhale, on the palest of night
The freezing chill winds of so tragic a fate
Such as these
Making my mark in the breeze
The gusting drunk gale of pretentious disease
Wicked sayings on macabre stones
Warriors constructed of the dead's bones
Armed with a sword
A mindless slave
Slay what I say
For you must pay
In blood, in love, in hate and pain
Treacherous worlds spill from my lips
Across hips and grips
On astral reigns
Of steed and mounted servitude
Beneath my legs, you shall stoop
Begging me for too sweet a release
But on my tongue is abyssal hate
On this day under the a sadistic moon
Lo!
The calling grasp of cusping arms
Oh, Satan and his wicked charms
Bringing me, only, closer to godly-ness
With the forbidden fruit
Of knowledge and pride
No wish to die
For I am divine
In word and thought and act and deed
Mounted `pon a nightmarish steed
I reek of greed
And filth and hunger
And at this moment, eclipsed is my soul
Grief is my goal
But the toll, is embedded in my coffin
For during sunrise
I must flee and dive
Under the earth, and under wood
And bitter stone
My birth was from this bone-meal stew
And vampiric fumes from the moon
Ripe with prophesy and freed
Unto to night; a wicked fight of might that wrought misdeed
And again my steed, she pleads to let her drink of wine
Nectar of the divine, but I alone can drink the milk of the dead
For I am the true ancient divine, infinite demonic being
Filled with lust and rust, I spill my musty seed
Of arcane roots under black soil
A flick of the blade that spills all their blood
On to the earth
At last! I am alone!
Deep in this dank hollow cell
Bowing under the gaze of the ancient oaks
Lo! The moon is alight and free
Reflecting the light of the sun
Hung above clouds of thunder and ice
Lo! Look at its gossamer shell
And the sepulchral howling of the dissonant wolves
Then came the pact with the moon
The rivers of blood that bled from the sky
Now the most vile fiends rule the earth
I call on dark magicks and wisdom
Knowing what weight the bethrone
Now I break the gates of chaos and hell
Crushing the world into the blackest stardust
This is the end
No chance only fate
This is the end
No chance only fate
Ian J MacMillan