by Mystic

Winter storms this grief filled Night,
The cold horror of Immortal Blight,
As I sing my Dismal Euphony,
In this pale lustreless light


Many a million years and more,
Silently have I borne,
Sacred mark of the Ancient Ones,
I the chosen, I alone


Sentinel of Black Dimensions,
In Dark Solitude have I Known,
The rise and fall of a savage race,
From its hour of creation


In grave, cavernous, Stygian sky,
Refulgent Moon, Resplendent Eye,
Behold the coming of The Hour,
Bear Witness to the Lapse of Life


For,
I, Threnodius, Keeper of the Seventh Gate,
I, Threnodius, Forbear of Sorrow,
Hear the racing hordes of the Masters,
Come yet again to seal Man's fate.


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