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Lyrics
In blackness of ages
Laith eternal and wise
Fairin'seth grasped the night
Whence etched moonlit designs
Of dreams borne fell whispers
The shores of mind rent,
An ancient tongue of hisses o'er utters deep,
Vestige of shades, an omniscient clairvoyance
Of mystery and strength
And thus were the languid torpid tides disturbed,
And the waves were cast astray
As the dark ocean ceased to portray
Snuff'd the void, harmony's enclave erred
And lo, arisen in midnight clarity, the one of poisoncraft
The one of witch's alchemy black
Centuries of natures dark tapestry
Granted the ages to flurish,
Enshrouded by the shadow of its ageless practitioner
Flashed its listless visage
Awoken eyes
Glint eternal designs
'pon the velvet sloe and ebon oak of his resting,
"back, whence I came"
By the sighing weight of twenty lifetimes whispers under the hush rainfall
In obscure signs, senses hasten
The pale omen
Echoes ad infinitum
Through dusk reflections
Of dark lands and aether plains
Trembling thunder rent the serenity
Of silver rain and night behold
The risen took to flight
To prowl in blood-thirsted haste
Departed from the sanctuary of stone
Pressed beneath the sleek raptures of storm
And o'er damp lands and forest,
'pon cloud and 'neath star glid*
Betwixt on ethereal wings
Whither life writhes
To a collective pulse,
Oblivious.
With immortal ease landed he
Atop the glistening heights
Of city rooftop
'mid spire and sky
Leapeth shadows
O'er the senses of man
That stalketh by night
Sheets of cold silver
Caressed the black folds
And dark motions
Hidden neath flowing garbs
That night drew in curves
Of perfection
O darkness be etched
'pon the scape and its flowing moon
As blood allure seduces him
To the rapture of youth.
Come nightkind creature
Sate the ire dark blood and its deed
"by night trod I, unto which I feed
Behold this maiden in my midst"
By rain-whispered thoughts in spring's scented capture
"drown thy solitude in mine dark lake of rapture"
"The hour strikes nigh, come thou unto me,
by night sky and dark storm fair wanderer
I shall not harm thee,
I needs only thine mortal essence -
and in return, I would introduce thee to the night and shadow
as thou hath not yet known, fair Ashtrin,
Choose thy path this night,
nary a moon hath passed that I did not dream thy visage -
thus I am returned whence the languid realms holden for naught but thee
unto night, thou shall be forever her child as thou art now -
unto man shall thy sustenance turn,
and many a night shall rapture ensue
nether the content moon,
senses surcharged beyond mortal
clarity in darkness and perfected art -
and so thiefling,
this would I bestow upon thee on the morrow
should'st thou offer thy crimson purity,
mine thirst unsated for many a season,
I would taste thy peerless blood as the first draught of eternity"
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