Behold, he whose ebon nimbus blots out the face of god He who weaves the Lethean spirit about the dying hearts of man He who art the Black Dawn raised to enfold the earth within starless pitch Concealing the splendors of heaven Arch glutton who feasts upon the flesh of infancy with prolicidal hunger Imperator of beguilement and the unbroken dream whose gramarge hath entangled my being alow the soporic waters From my somnolence I now stir, for through the pathways of thy hidden vestiges unveiled Within this sweven underdark, I have gained the Gateway of Dawn, and I awaken Arisen that I may behold thee, O puissant lord, with eyes unveiled And thy Name with the first first breath of life At which thy gates are thrown wide, baring me no longer from thy highsealed sovereignty Verify I come forth in tempest, crowed with flames and a vest of unyielding night Betwixt the houses of slumber and awakening, to slay thee with the adamant spears of my tongue And usurp thy palace of death, sealing myself within thy starfire throne Resplendent above My wings unfurling sable across the blazing heavens As I consume my brood in bounty Satiating the hunger of a god
thy, unveiled, gramarge, sweven, alow