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Among the Graves of the Archetypes

by Deathlike Dawn

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1.
A monument I shall raise To myself A monument I shall raise To myself In flame My gift Conflagration The golden temple The heart of the universe The pillar of the heavens There I carry the fire My gift Conflagration The world I shall set aflame In sacrifice Among the graves of the archetypes In the sempiternal darkness I have found the sword of the end of times Among the graves of the archetypes I shall cut the chains I shall stop the wheel of eternal return The world I shall set aflame In sacrifice
2.
This world has gone on far too long I cast the spell The skies burn black in the east Clouds burst and fall As the gates open In fire Open lies the blood-written book Of the end of times The storm-written scripture Of ancient wisdom The key older than time The key older than hills The chains are torn The cilice of flesh is cast away As the corpse of the earth is raped And ripped asunder See the mists rise See the light fall See the flesh wither Under the waves of plutonic ether As the mists rise And shadows crawl The flesh shall wither Under the waves of plutonic ether
3.
Through the black of the world They speak Through the black of the tree bark And the gray of the soil Dark blood runs To the roots of the world Above the lodged grass Hoary with frost They are calling Through the black flutter Of raven wings They sing Through the night of the world They speak Through the night at the edge of times And the edge of death Dark blood runs For the god of the hanged Above the lodged grass Hoary with frost They are calling Through the black flutter Of raven wings They sing They speak Through the smoke Of the funeral pyre They speak With the forked tongues Of eternal fire
4.
I have stood at the mountain pass The black of lakes below me Like eyes of the night And a song of celestial thought Above me Among the summits in flames Darkly treads the twilight Before me A song in runes of granite A dream of the immortals Cast in stone Among the summits in flames Darkly treads the twilight I look at the summits The runes of eternal mysteries I look at the summits A song in runes of granite A tremendous and terrible thought
5.
From the tenebrous bowels Of the dead of winter Comes a dark wave of wailing And the thrust of a howl From the tenebrous depths Of the dead of winter Comes the dark wave of wailing Of life devoured Under the breath of winter The world grinds to a halt Pierced by the gaze of winter The turn of the wheel is stopped The current of ages frozen Into a blinding-white shimmer The current of ages frozen Into a blinding-white light Beholding The lonely death of the sun A transfiguration A rebirth Beholding The lonely death of the world A true transfiguration A true rebirth The oak in the field Is a pillar of the world The path in the field Is a border of eternity The oak in the field Is the pillar of the world The furrow in the field Is a black chasm Between matter and time A chasm between matter and time
6.
The last night of the harvest And the first night of winter falls Silence lies over the forest The trees stand watchful The moon beckons us into the night And so we follow Under the glimmer of torches With the pulse of our quiet steps Out of the shining mist The shapes of the burial mounds rise We can see them waiting In the night we light fires Into the night we call the spirits And this time they come The night explodes with a storm Ancient hands once dead Now wield weapons of bronze The storm rages and rumbles As blades tear flesh In the shining mist The shapes of the burial mounds stand The forest hears the wailing Carnage in the night Under the raging skies The piercing wail of death In the pale morning The forest awakens Dew and blood cover the earth

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