Текст песни Iniquitous Yoke

Grandeur of the Self-Victored Soul

"I am the breath of Death..."

I am the noctiwhirlblast who shall gyve ye, mankind's senate

My reveries shall emanate from these darksome weird

Palms, thy wit as a chalice shall saturate

With newborn lore it shall regenerate

Thee...

Ye subhuman chthonian bairn

My satrapy will nurture thee

Thou ne'er canst to vail

Thy sapience will be fathomless

And outsoar the astral wain

Barely by thy mental vitalized decree

"All thy deeds shall be the donaries

For my foreverness!"

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Shall be aeonian, the fee

Is to receive the incorrigible infinity

Thou shouldst rule the theurgic sorceries!

The winds and the waves shall obey...

"It's my vow!"

Thy breath and the clouds shall swim till your hour!

Beneath thy wisest lour and scowl

Ye shall lord of beasts and fowls!

Beneath my wisest mow

Ye shall sailor on my prow!

Assume new shape in holy town

Of Gods where souls of men are sown

Beneath thy wisest lour and scowl

Ye shall lord of beasts and fowls!

Entreaty to the God of The Sun