I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends

Black jaws drooling blasphemy

Beyond the witch-songdarkly sweet

The wyrm-horn sounds cross dagon's mere

Shadow-gate (portal to the black pyramid) yawns widebeckoning...

Spells scrawled in blood and frosty rime

Squamous God encoils the onyx shrine

(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by ophidian eyes.



Pungent odour of engorged flesh

Vaults of eon-veiled horror

Embraced by deleriumwitches' balms anoint me.



Veils of frost entwine me in the haze of baleful moon-cursed dreams

I hear the high ones whispering ancient spells in the long-dead tongues

There is the gleam of blackened steel in the flickering torchlight

And I embrace the balm of sublime forgetfulness...



By the blaze of the burning skulls

Beneath the well of the black flame

In the vaults of the dreaming gods

Shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone.

Squamous orbsblack sworddrink deepblood oath.



Supine shapes dancing in the mist

(serpent-tongued) priestess bares her pale flesh

Shadows crawl to the sundered stones

The eternal fiends exult in rapture.



Tomb-worms bloat on carnal blood

Trickling onto wraith-carved stone

Dark laughter echoes through the vaults

Black-wingedcruel as envenomed steel.

In the well of black flamesquamous shapes writhe

A dark tide of shadows follows me

Ravening fiends unleashed to feed

Incantations pour in torrents from my lips...



Wraiths and fiends whirl to my bidding...

Horrors 'neath the pyramid.