Текст песни Into Oblivion - Upon The Seas Of Starvation

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Tyrant of the ripping tide! Sunderer of Grotesque Creatrix! Swath cutter of thine brooding intellect! I fly aloft thy defiant blood! This oathbound lance Cleaves through your protesting waves For battle courses through these veins And your dazzling throes Invoke not cowardice... But rebuke! Pathless my vessel drifts among frozen monoliths, Striking an ebon altar Where stands a pale haruspex, Draped in writhing scales Seizing the ophidian oblate, Draws her blade 'cross the throat Blood pouring into a chalice, Aflame in azure! The priestess beckons me to drink, Libation piercing within! The eldritch ritual collapses the three pronged folds of time Bringing forth the rapturous void Serpents writhe in the Cosmos Coiling about the Sun, Constricting Fangs sink into Astral veins Poisoning Celestial spheres A Throne withers dark Death Heritage of the Black Spokes I glide among the brume, forlorn and longing Lumbering; the yoke of transience Gnawing; the death that lurks within Scourge and ruin; accolades to my lust Neither defeat, nor triumph comes Feats are cinders drifting towards none I hear a choir of muses and it guides me On my quest towards Eternity Shores in Flames appear in the fog The glint of Sun on Steel, a Red Dawn For a Soul starved of Light Crush the spell of the oracle The World-Eater nears from below Glittering serpent Grinder of the Trinal Root From the Pale of buried hollows Billowing miasma, brandishing brands The Masked one towers above Striker in the Dark Foment thy impending doom! Two swords drawn; Twin storms delivered The first of my mouth Lays low its pride The second of steel Lay low the scaled worm Seal of maelstrom The key to Triumphallic gate Infinite black deep! Thou art the greatest looking glass! Tumultuous throughout as within! Hear the thunder roll, The Siren Song and Trident's ire Winds cast lots on my desire See the lightning cleave Bleed this black yet fleece the sky And dread the multitude to rise I subject the inner waters My will passes over their face As I bestow form on the formless The coast ablaze with fire and force Pyres lap away clinging dark A forest of stolid eyes chill the bones Figures of Iron, cloak and spear Shadows of Stone, Bronze and Iron Circling above in Time before itself Children of the deepest gorge Numbering beyond the whirling sands Bound to action eternally as damnation rides before me In conflagration of all laurels, Immolating desire towards duty Cries for blood echo throughout the Void Battle horns herald the coming of Death As weary ships kiss the Cradle of the Gods

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