And I shall become free
And with freedom acquire emptiness
With the mind cleansed and empty
There is the void known as despair
A gateway upon an emptiness endless and vast
In despair the language of the shadows is intelligible
In madness all sounds become articulate
Terror and despair they guide me
Into nightmares that follow one upon the other
Like windblown grains of sand
I have become as the wastelands
Of unending nothingness
Now shall the night things
Fill me with their whisperings
And the shadows reveal their wisdom
- What can be safely writte..
- As He Creates So He Destr..
- Papyrus Containing the Sp..
- Eat Of The Dead
- Laying Fire Upon Apep
- The Essential Salts
- The Infinity of Stone
- The Language of Shadows
- Even the Gods must die