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INTO THE SILENT CHAMBERS OF THE SAPPHIREAN THRONE
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(Sagas from the antediluvian Scrolls)Black winds whispering 'cross the fens,
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In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined
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Enraptured by the moon's sweet spells,
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'gainst the skies of (Bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
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The Topaz Throne of Kings is crack'd, eon'veiled, enrob'd in black,
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Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset's fire, saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.
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"Thus spake the silent halls of Valusia..."Curses borne on vampyre tongues,
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Elder-fiends, o' nameless ones,Torches glow in silver cressets,
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In the Temple of the Serpent,Waves enshroud where marble gleamed,
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Spectral witch-song rides the gale,Black wings above the land of dreams,
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And silence haunts the nighted vale.Winged dragon coiled in thrice,
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Bane of flame in shadowed ice,Flooded by the bloated moon,
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The ivory worm now sleeps entombed.Ten thousand spear-points gleaming bright,
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Sharp-honed steel in pale dawn's light,Grim-eyed legions wait brooding,
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'neath the banner of the Serpent-King.Winged dragon coiled in thrice,
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Bane of flame in shadowed ice,Flooded by the horned moon,
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Awake o' worm and quit thy tomb."Thus spake the silent halls of Valusia..."
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The Atlantean sword beckons me,And I descend from moon-shrouded skies
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Into the Tower of the Black Serpent...Tales are told to me now in dreams,
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Shadowed lyre strings,And sweet whisperings...
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The grim and glorious battles of warrior kings,
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(When the earth ran red with the blood of the slain),
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And the shining realm of Valusia...Carried upon the sweet night winds,
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Piercing the veil of my delirium,I embrace the rapturous scent of black lotus.
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(I hear the lament of the Immortals...)"Ka nama kaa lajerama,
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Yagkoolan yok tha xuthalla!"
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And lo, I hear the beat of black leathern wings from moonless gulfs,
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Dark spirits wander the silent halls of the Sapphirean Throne,
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And in dreams I see the oceans rise to devour the gleaming spires,
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As the shades of immortals guide me to the Valley of Silent Paths...
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Black winds whispering 'cross the fens,
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In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires entwined,
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Enraptured by the moon's sweet spells,
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'gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter blackly etched.
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The topaz throne of kings is crack'd, eon'veiled enrob'd in black,
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Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset's fire,Saga-spinner, take up thy lyre.
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Thus spake the Antediluvean Scrolls.(Lyrics: Byron, Music: Jonny)
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INTO THE SILENT CHAMBERS OF THE SAPPHIREAN THRONE
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Bal Sagoth |