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And so after every Dhagra-dazas 

Darklight Warriors experience a “cliff-hanging” tension and a desire to

commit a more perfect Dhagra-dazas than before, one that is closer 

to their Shadum Khra. 

Manifest-Reprise

“…And thus we yet again summon thou foul reeks of victory

Mother rot, Father decay, almighty”

“Bring us closer still to the edge

O Mother rot, Father decay

The abandoned silence and red wide valleys

Manifest the yester-worlds of infernal times

Solitary Vigil

Pray in the dark prey to the Dark light

Luzam Karabado Dracabra

Ydalam

“After these things…said, ‘Let twelve angels come into existence

[to] rule over chaos and the [underworld].’ And look, from the cloud

an [angel] appeared, whose face blazed with fire and whose

countenance was fouled with blood.”

Manifest

“…And thus we summon thou foul reeks of victory

Mother rot, Father decay, almighty”

“Bring us closer still to the edge

O Mother rot, Father decay

The abandoned hill tops and barren valleys

Manifest the forgotten of olden times 

Revelation II

“After these things…said, ‘Let twelve angels come into existence

[to] rule over chaos and the [underworld].’ And look, from the cloud

an [angel] appeared, whose face blazed with fire and whose

countenance was fouled with blood.” 

Here Cometh The Storm

We await this with eternal fervor, oh Stormbringer cometh and cleanse thine rightful wasteland to spring your plan.

Burn it all to cinders

Morbosus

Oriens splendor lucis aeternae

    Et Lucifer justitae: veni

    Et illumine sedentes in tenebris

    Et umbra mortis.

Clap

Peekaboo… 

Dream The Undreamt II

“On the first, seventh, and fifteenth of the month

He made a purification by washing.

Geshtu-E, a god who had intelligence,

They slaughtered in their assembly.

Nintu mixed clay

with his flesh and blood.

They heard the drumbeat forever after.”

The Fall

To fall is to rise proud and perpendicular
Like rotted leaves on blood red rivers
Falling is witnessing the Call of The Fall
The planet is mine

I Miss You

Like the sharp taste of a knife, I miss your presence in the dark nights.

When we both hunt for the blessings of the star lights

Seek

The only seeking that is meaningful

Is the seeking that is terminal and irreversible

Sine Anima IV

When you can’t fit the Mask, no meaning shall exist beyond the dry void.

Even by twos and threes, meaning is lost and only the void exist

Be grateful for the Mask and the many wearers that kept the void at bay from reality.

Ascension IV

In SHURRUPAK, I summon thee to mine aid!

In UR, I summon thee to mine aid!

In NIPPURR, I summon thee to mine aid!

In ERIDU, I summon thee to mine aid!

In KULLAH, I summon thee to mine aid!

In LAAGASH, I summon thee to mine aid! 

The Cold Kind Wind

There is nothing quite like the gentle breeze of the cold, kind wind. 

The kind that rustles through the alleys and buildings of a city engulfed in night. The kind that embraces and color up the skins of a prey into a beautiful, cold, marble-like, bluish hue…of death.  

Ripe City: Reprise

It turns out that the city was not ripe for change and cleansing, after all. One thought one would know these things from experience. Apparently one does not.

The smell of blood in the rain is but a vague notion in the brain. No grand entrance to the city’s purge, just a capricious maze of ever changing banalities.

Ripe City

The city was ripe for change and cleansing. One knows these things from experience. 

It is the smell of blood in the rain. A grand entrance to the city’s purge

Behold

Oh, what beauty do those eyes behold, in between the shadows and the lights, the gripping cold?

Ashes

I think I just had an epiphany.

How are you supposed to tolerate the blatant, mediocre hypocrisy that is other’s life? What is the purpose of all this floating mass of ignorance, bigotry, pretentiousness, and rotting norms, that spins around and around each and every one of us? 

The answer is simple enough. As simple as the pile of mundane ashes on our future urns

We are here for fertilizers. 

So, yes, tolerate the shit, because we’re all heading to the same dirt. 

Or, perhaps not. 

Maybe it’s better to satisfy our hate while we’re still able to enjoy the bloodlust.