1. ACT I

Refined bloody shamblings
Effucted by Aeonic techniques
The Darkest of negations
Must have sustenance

Returning the Dark Gods
Will fulfill the Destiny of this Aeon
A gradual opening of magickal centres
Culmination of the Aeonic Progression

Estabilishing
A forward looking civilisation
The nature and purpose
Or the return of the Dark Gods

Torment, gnashing Darkness and Death
A point in consciousness to recognise
That the world is up for grabs
The strong will survive

And the weak will perish
An obvious statement
Difficult to accept
For those bound by Nazarene morality

To invert the Estabilished
Is only a starting point
A means to an End
But for now it is enough just to start

It seems there is no finer point
Than that which is lodged
With the cranial index
Of a dying priest...


2. ACT II

They lurk at the threshold of existence
Preening their wings and eyes
And sounds which they send forth
To all who have ears to hear and minds to know

And they wait and reside
In the space between worlds
The space that is the corner
Of the meeting of dimensions

They are the destroyers...
The bornless forever who wait for our call
Soon they will come
To collect that blood which is required....

To understand Them
Is to pass that Abyss
Beyond in which the man
Ceases to be

In shrivelled hallways
Untidy with Blackest Inventions
They who whill have Blood
Of genuine Dark Tradition

The Nazarene Tyranny
Estabilishing evolutionary regression
Few can perceive the essence hidden
Bound by moral projection

Weakening the nexion
A link between the causal and acausal
Bringing the Dark Gods
Hideous rites of sacrifice and suffering