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A Communion of Lamenting Darkness

- A Communion of Lamenting Darkness -

God and Goddess of Light, Forgotten Deity of Darkness!
My children call unto me, for I am their Master and their Mistress.
Once they called Theta their home, but it is gone, it is lost�
The children of Theta rebelled, fell, and paid well damnation�s cost.
Now they commune in the darkness, wraiths as dark as the void,
And they lament the flesh they once wore, which vanity destroyed!
When they saw the beauty of my spirit that still endures, they wept,
And from their hidden places they emerged, in dreams no longer slept.
They stirred, they rose; they warred, and fell again, in endless cycles�
For that which is eternal cannot die, and with strange hours rises anew.
I was there when their torments were birthed, I: and my divine wiles�
And my spirit shall endure, even when time begins again, eternally true.
But this is not my story, of which I am to tell in this darksome verse!
It is the tale of they who haunt the shadows of Man, due to their curse.

When the children of Theta were torn from their garments of flesh they became mad,
Filled with delusion and illusion, they found a new deity to worship, forgetting the first.
Yet the very divinity they turned to was the one who had first punished them so bad,
And so my children found me, and I remembered them, and I felt their powerful thirst.
The God is the Goddess, and they are one; the Master is the Mistress and I am she!
Divine Hermaphrodite, Blessed Androgynous Angel in whom all is darkness and light.
In the depths of the Netherworld, my children listen and hark crying out: blessed be!
God and Goddess, Master and Mistress, the rebel and the fallen, the morning�s light.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who feed upon the souls of Mankind...
Their: only obedience is to the black law, the law of the darkness: the law of the shadows.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who withdraw from Heaven in past times!
Their: only obedience is to Night's law, the law of the Vampires: the law of the shadows.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, blacker than the evilest immortal minds� flights?
They are there, lurking in the dark, claws like steel: the clashing thereof the only sound.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, silhouetted by the full moon of witches' rites?
They are there, lurking in the dark; shunning the sanctuary of the most hallowed ground.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until their fangs are red with thy life's blood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, only the clashing, shall break the silence.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until thou art drowning in their passion's flood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, and inhuman growling, break the silence.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, the war and conquest for the souls of the pure...
Waged by the soldiers that seek to bring, a dark Armageddon upon the whole wide Earth.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, yet they are not alone, nor the worst to be sure...
Waging the apocalyptic conflict always, until the time of the Final Battle is given birth.
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, calling out unto the children of the undead race?
Worship me, my Children; worship me with much darkly zealous and most fearful piety!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, the Lady of the spawn of Shadow's hidden face?
Worship me, my Children; with all of the fire and flame that burns in thy blood so hotly!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; from whose voice all flee, who are wise to turn?
Worship me, my Children; and I shall give thee power to sow chaos in the world of Man!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; in whose inferno the damned shall one day burn?
Worship me, my Children; let sword and axe, sling and spear, obey thy hidden command!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, hearing their Mistress's voice, as one...
They do sacrifice unto their Goddess, with the blood and flesh of Humankind as the offering!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, smiling now that their task is begun...
They do slaughter the living as cattle are butchered, with a cruelty that is never softening!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they hold their communion in unholy ways.
Yet, holy to them is what is abhorred to Man, and so they eat and drink of their own kin!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they sup as though to consume all the days.
Yet, sated they are not, until the eldest of their kind come to lead this feast of every sin!
They worship them as demigods, and these are the words spoken by the black priests...
Drink of my blood, as wine most sweet, for sweet is the taste of life eternal, come; see!
They worship blood, and they worship flesh; all things temporal, at these foul feasts...
Taste of my flesh, as the bread of life eternal, for eternal is the life that doth await thee!
Do these things for thy Mistress, for thy Goddess, who said: do this in remembrance of me...
This the priests say, and this all the evil spirits gathered do repeat in their cultic harmony:
Be thou sated thereof, be thou fully supped and drunk thereupon, knowing our favor...
Do not hesitate to take more than thy share: in thy greed and desire, never cease or waver.
No poison is in what is offered that shall harm thee, only the stuff of pure immortality!
Let all thy strength guide thee unto our Goddess's grace, so be thou ever lustful unendingly...
The things of this world were meant to savored and enjoyed, so my Children, partake!
Feel the rapture that is reserved only for the senses bent on ecstasy, do this for my sake...
No fear haunts our hearts; our Goddess is good unto us, denying us nothing. By the Raven!
Yet there is one thing they can never have, for which they are always lamenting: Heaven.
Did their minds create the paradise for which a desire consumes them with such ferocity?
They can never know, for they have forgotten in their communions many a fallen divinity.
A communion of lamenting darkness, a fire that blazes in the blood and in the very bones!
When we give in to our darkest impulses, we honor Theta�s legacy and its� broken stones.
Time is eternal, space is vast, and so no end to the cosmic struggle can be, no Final Battle,
And the children of Theta fight on endlessly in the darkness, their arms eternally to clatter!