Lirama

I hearken to the grisly murmer of nameless fiends
Black jaws drooling blasphemy
Beyond the witch-song, darkly sweet
The wyrm-horn sounds cross Dagon's mere
Shadow-gate (portal to the Black Pyramid) yawns wide, beckoning
Spells scrawled in blood and frosty rime
Squamous god encoils the onyx shrine
(by the bleeding stone) I am enraptured by ophidian eyes

Pungent odour of engorged flesh
Vaults of eon-veiled horror
Embraced by delerium, witches' balms anoint me

Veils of frost entwine me in the haze of baleful moon-cursed dreams
I hear the High Ones whispering ancient spells in the long-dead tongues
There is the gleam of blackened steel in the flickering torchlight
And I embrace the balm of sublime forgetfulness

By the blaze of the burning skulls
Beneath the Well of the Black Flame
In the vaults of the dreaming gods
Shackled to the slime-smeared bleeding stone
Squamous orbs, black sword, drink deep, blood oath

Supine shapes dancing in the mist
(Serpent-tongued) priestess bares her pale flesh
Shadows crawl to the sundered stones
The Eternal Fiends exult in rapture

Tomb-worms bloat on carnal blood
Trickling onto wraith-carved stone
Dark laughter echoes through the vaults
Black-winged, cruel as envenomed steel
In the Well of Black Flame, squamous shapes writhe
A dark tide of shadows follows me
Ravening fiends unleashed to feed
Incantations pour in torrents from my lips

Wraiths and fiends whirl to my bidding
Horrors 'neath the pyramid