Mortiferum or Ptomaine Malaise

I have gone far beyond the pale

The invincible sun eclipsed and bound

Languid with absinthe, a muse I sought

From Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverers

They ride the moon In echelon

The struggling souls, Seeking the spirit

For arcane ointments eerie secretions

Extracted from your dearly departed

Overwhelming malady, peculiar apparitions

Quis est iste qui venit?

There was music...religious

In a dark place where wrong birds fly

Dark, ropy liquid, entrap the potential

Offer the blood! OFFER THE BLOOD!

A dark current pulls

Cataclysmic forces enhance the view

I become the Dead and

Declare to the universe:

The wise one, star namer, decreeing the pattern

Apostate, Destroyer, dividing the poles, seed of rebellion

Warrior, Sun-king, providing the power, triumph of Sol

Nature transformed is the manifest goal

Yet, Reignes and Kingdomes

Crumble and fall Mortiferum, Mortiferum...