Darkness... Triumphator

Come forth, inexorable angels of leftness
From your kingdom beyond the seas of sulphur
Fulminate and burn this creation silently
Into a mourning tundra where cyclones stir the embers

Where wamphyric dragons tear the empyrean
…like Ahriman slaughters the bull
The abyssic coercion of Tiamat storms
…crystallizes the megalith of suffering

On lunar winds through the eternal night
Through the funeral remnants into the fog
From the forsaken tеllurian sphere
Towards your throne darkеr than darkness

Where wamphyric dragons tear the firmament
…as pazuzu’s lament heils
The dictatorial call of Tiamat murmur
…erects the cromlech of torture
(a necrotic miasma to lustrate the quintessence of diabolism)