Arcane Grail - Iniquitous Yoke lyrics

Grandeur of the Self-Victored Soul "I am the breath of d**h..." 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!" My ghostly ascendancy over thee 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 "Мы молимся Солнцу Бессмертному Свету Чьи кони быстры И Солнце светит И Солнце греет Стоят божества Все сотнями тысяч И счастье вбирают И счастье вручают Земле, данной Родом!.." Perception of the Human Infirmity I am the thought that travel in the maelstrom of facades Pa**able through nine heavens in the trance Voyager of other sides Rower of the cosmic tides Learned the ways to all the worlds I am the mortal and the Shadow haunts Oh, She is real! d**h is near! She comes to me! The wage for it is thy pent animae All your good feelings "Quit thee!" But ye couldst snap this pain If to overcome the desire to reign And now ye shall moulder to dust But neither to weep for you the brine!