In plutonic fever, styx and lunar streams
My shape was made and the signs I bear.
Still I feel strong
Although my youth has left me.
I keep the gift from ancient ages:
The gift they once bestowed on me,
The basiliskish eye.
To be the Sphinx of the thousand gates...
No heart resists my evil will.
I must remain to lead.
Haunt the feeble race of men
Nail them to the pentagram
Living torches light my path
Misanthropy overcomes...
And I have come to take his crown....
Doust thou not see I am imperishable?
A herald of the northern throne.
My armour is like monolit silver,
in Arcane void.
Evil curses I might speak.
Make thee fall into the sky.
In the tongues of elder lords
Older than thy bastard god...
Encircled by cold earth
The labyrinthine abyss
I shun thy world in anger and scorn.
Unfading, unfailing
I am thy bane
Thou hast to obey me and be my slave.
And as thou walkest on the stormy sea
Venomous tears shall be by gift for thou;
Amidst the impaled cherubim
Drink with them the spirits of hell's eternity
No heart resists my evil will
I must remain to lead;
So let the blood flow free
And fill the chalices of my greed.
