Nightbringer Death And The Black Work 1. Caput Draconis - Black Saturn Behold, he whose ebon nimbus blots out the face of god He who weaves the Lethean spirit about the dying hearts of man He who art the Black Dawn raised to enfold the earth within starless pitch Concealing the splendors of heaven Arch- glutton who feasts upon the flesh of infancy with prolicidal hunger Imperator of beguilement and the unbroken dream whose gramarge hath entangled my being alow the soporic waters From my somnolence I now stir, for through the pathways of thy hidden vestiges unveiled Within this sweven underdark, I have gained the Gateway of Dawn, and I awaken Arisen that I may behold thee, O' puissant lord, with eyes unveiled And thy Name with the first first breath of life At which thy gates are thrown wide, baring me no longer from thy high-sealed sovereignty Verify I come forth in tempest, crowed with flames and a vest of unyielding night Betwixt the houses of slumber and awakening, to slay thee with the adamant spears of my tongue And usurp thy palace of death, sealing myself within thy star-fire throne Resplendent above My wings unfurling sable across the blazing heavens As I consume my brood in bounty Satiating the hunger of a god 2. Womb Of Nyx I set the flaming eye of Algol upon my brow And ride forth upon sepulchral fog with serpents and shades Under the thousand eyes of Night and her black wings And where I pass birds fall from the sky and soil is salted With arboreal haunts on which every tree hangs a wailing man I commune and learn the Gospel of the Fall I nail the Ravens Head upon the oak at the crossroads of death And see with hollowed eyes what the earth has swallowed I hear the cries of what still rots within its belly I smell decay and the spoiling of the flesh, the incense of the dead And I behold the Gate. All secrets first lie below Down beyond the sinking corporal houses, into the depths, across the abyss into vacuous black Unto the other shore so far beyond the reaches of the flesh, beyond time The Phosphorus blaze the heavenly jewel of thy crown illuminates this kingdom beyond the veil of death The pillars of its gnosis rising before my host And with a single word and the breath of flame, I bring forth the Dawn Let the wary weep as slumber turns to death Let the earth smolder and heave as the Golden Pillars rise 3. Feast Of The Manes Come unto me Seraphim de Sopor Sec ulum I offer my flesh and blood that I may pluck a feather from the wings of the Angel of Death May it be a quill with which I scribe the forms of thy sacred names From the sanguine of my heart and open the gates to the labyrinth beyond slumber and death Relinquishing my corporeal form to shadow as I will pass beyond in luminous form With serpent tongue I summon those shades that would taste of the gifts of the living I, psychopomp to the agape of the stygian maze But one star shines tenebrous upon these colossal depths Nefarious pulsing Daemon's Head, risen in culmination above the atramentous wastes Sup upon these vestments I cast away, oh shambling eidolons and shadow forms of murk and drear And lay bare the knowledge unbegotten of any god I ride the currents of Erebus upon ebon wings into aphonic gulfs unending As a star new born I have become A beacon in the abyss 4. Of Silence And Exsanguination Release the blood I fall through the earth and am inhumed within the dark beyond Descending in the throes of the two-fold death unto the corrosive pools of Tartarus below Wherein my being writhes and gasps Before this supreme gate which no consciousness may pass Flesh is scorned and blood is offered with both hands upraised Double Serpent of a thousand eyes gaze upon me now Tear my being asunder in thy winds of your mighty will Let my life flow out from me unto the yawning pitch Crimson to black, fluid to flame. Unto the hunger of the eternal storm Let my fall be the fall of all men. May the blood of humankind flow out from these wounds Falling in ruined form deprived of all essence Immersed within the depths of the black ebb Sinking into nothing 5. The River Lethe The River Lethe The Raven sears above as the Serpent stirs below And cancerous wombs vomit forth black prodigies before the throne of Saturn Behold, These children born with wounded eyes, severed tongues and the death veil adorned Who slither upon their bellies towards the Black Sun, flesh withering within the light All rot, ruin and decay. Below, blood stained lips wet pious hands in sermon of silence and slumber This is the Fall. A choir of dying children upon the ramparts The River of Blood flows once more And the starving of a thousand begins anew the great feast for the One The stricken crawl forth wailing towards the raging streams of chaos Unto the gluttony of the Devouring Maw. May the waters swallow them all These blind and ruined souls, who wander aimlessly within the labyrinthine walls of pitch The Black River swells to receive them Oh, great lake of sorrow. The sea of slumber in which the weak and weary are cast In which all within struggle for breath with no respite. Poison is what the breathe Within the depths of sorrow all shall drown and be undone 6. Beneath The Sands Of Dudael Long have I suffered within the boundless desert of Solitude Long have I tread upon this crocked path. Trough Shadow and Flame Flame and Shadow. Tribulation upon tribulation. Guided by the serpent beneath my feet and the Black Head of Gnosis. To the burial place of our Father whom we doth name Azael, the Shackled One. He who lies imprisoned within the depths of the Cauldron of God, his chains Doth bind us all. Ye, ineffable black diamond that can not be seen nor held but with the eyes And with the maw of the Draconian seion. My blood has whispered the lost names of your sons and daughters. Those fierce broods of my ancestry begotten trough the wombs of whoredom And Angelic desire. Whose smitten flesh released black daemons upon the haunts of the Earth I speak now their names, scribe now their forms and call forth from the lineage of the Blood of the Tiller. Wielder of Flame. May he immolate the clay that swathes my soul And illuminates the fathoms below the pillars of heaven around which the coils of our Lord doth twine Let the sands now shift and the desert awake as the unutterable Name is scorched upon my tongue Arise in me Black Winged Angel. Let the prism that binds your celestial light be now shattered Lord of the Earth and the Forge. Oh, Midnight Sun. Come Forth 7. Cauda Draconis - Azra Lumial Lumial, Prince of the Earth. Who shall hear thy words? When the earth splits beneath thy shadow and mountains crumble at thy passing� When the lakes, rivers and seas are poisoned by thy tongue� When the dying sun is swallowed within thy terrible maw, Who shall harken unto thee and be counted amongst thy children and thy mighty council? Who shall see as thou doth see, with the eyes of the Serpent, as the man of the earth is pierced, torn and bathed in flame, his ashes scattered by the breath of thy divine word Who shall be born upon angelic wings, raven black, through the nighted arches of Solomon�s Gate? Lumial, Throat of Oroborous. Swathed in locust winds, and storms of thunder and flame Who shall stand before thy glory? Who shall wade with thee through oceans of blood to receive baptism under the crimson skies of Megiddo? Who shall revere thy Name as the tremendous clamor of Vulcan�s clarion resounds and star after star falls burning to the earth? Lumial, Usher of the Dawn. From clay to flesh, from flesh to flame, let us be crowned with thy crown! Let our celestial wings close about thee as we ascend into starless night enshrining thy emerald radiance above the burning earth Lumial, Serpent of Heaven. Who shall become as thee, and be counted amongst the stars? In the shadow of thy mighty wings we shall walk upon the corpses of man Across blasted wastes, through fetid rivers of poison and blood And fields of husks and bone Bearing the Serpent�s chalice Within which the blood of our blood and the seed of our seed shall know union Into the loins of the daughters of Quayin Shall this libation be poured And from wombs divine shall a new age be born Oh, Lumial! Lord of the Burning Aeon! Blessed be thy name! 8. The Somnambulist [Vinyl Only] 9. The Nascent Gates Of Twilight And Dawn [Vinyl Only]