Prelusion To Cythraul
"Any who live alone, long only for mercy, the mercy of truth is among your
traits of bloodlust and vein. You have not, in all this time, returned to the
lowland of your ancestors. Your feet follow a hoof-beaten, dirt track down the
side of a small, grass-covered knoll. It is near the round hillfort that your
cavaliers call the dun. The ways of the arcane are more difficult hillfort
that words can tell. You are in complete isolation from this mortal exibition,
as others will be, in due time. Each day at dawn, you speak to yourself and
give your thoughts complete utterance. For there are none surviving now, to
whom you would freely speak with, so impart your heart's desire."
"You, the oppressor, will need to learn to chain your mind, to wait for the
proper time to speak. Nevertheless, you shall be executed from the creed,
under the sigil of the blade, then the number. In an instant, the feeble and
the foreigners lie North from here. In an instant, a magician, shadowlord, and
tyrant raised their powers above your head. You are separated from your kin,
by far distance, of Time and Tide. You will remember your comrades well, as
they replenish your memory with an immortal essence of everlastingness. And
though you will only see shades of what once was, you will hear their songs
and music forever."
"As golden lamplight escapes from the bleeding skies, winsome peat smoke
scents a chilled breeze that enfolds the imperious settlement, gathering
sounds, and lifts the brave into the night. You shall recall the winter
zephyr, as those were the winds that passed eternity."
The Emperor continued to breathe deep and harshly. His lungs sounded a death
rattle, as they were quickly filling with blood and various fluids, Before his
death and dissolution, the Emperor sluggishly uttered, "I have granted
intelligence towards the crown unto thee. If you teach him well....."
Here and now, we shall take you within The Third Storm Of Cythraul. It's only
just begun.....
[Sir Proscriptor McGovern]
[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBER, 1995]
...And Shineth Unto The Cold Cometh...
[Lyrical Magick: Proscriptor, Voice: Proscriptor, Bass: Equitant]
[1st Verse]
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
The last of Ka drifts across the river
- Our sky outside has not been named.
Two Ugalla-demons start their battle
- Tempest of the creek is floored in flames.
Winds of Imhullu foretold their weather
- Sea-dwelling floods reply without names.
Taste the salty tides of the Apzu
- Alight seven tablets wearing steel of lame.
Laughter from Esharra is convincing, but unclaimed.
[Chorus]
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
6000 years past away to let the Utu tribes hear the lying words against
Azzta's truth.
Ea's eye is the way........
[Repeat 1st Verse]
[Lead: Shaftel]
[Bridge]
We are the ones who know the mountain passes,
and we'll search the battlefields,
in order to FIND THE ESSENTIAL WEAPONS corroded within the tan dust.
Marduk, Anu, Ellil, and Ea watch us all to test our bold and drastic strength,
so Tiamat SNEERS WITH THE HATE AND COMMANDS the storm-chariot of the horses.
Their teeth and heart carry poison to strike us down,
but cannot fill our veins with venom.
We warned you twice:
"WE COMMAND THE MUSHUSSU!"
"SHARP OF TOOTH AND STRIKE OF FANG!"
"HORNED SERPENT OF THE UNCLAIMED!"
"SHINE!"
[2nd Verse]
Make a path, fix the hour, and raise the seed
The dragon's semen is what you drink to be crowned by night
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, kiss me!"
With the billowing fog, the abyss speaks below
Your wings of force cannot warp you through the times
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, caress me!"
In the ninth aeon, Esharra ceases the laughter
Then, Imhulla assembles the blazing cycllone
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, embrace me!"
Now you are spiritually drunk from the dragon's semen,
So set your arrow in the bow and coat it with the poison
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!"
"Belet-ili, O great pythoness, clutch me!"
...AND SHINETH UNTO THE COLD COMETH...
[MI NA SAMHNA/NOVEMBRE, 1993] |
