Aureate Divinity of Gilded Shadow

In sanctums veiled, where shadows gleam

A gilded dark, a twisted dream

No sun nor star could dare unveil

The golden black where spirits wail

Divine the shade, the shadows crawl

In golden veils, the light they maul

A blessed dark, a holy blight

Where gold and black entwine the night

O hallowed void, thou art adorned

With splintered rays of darkness scorned

The light that bends beneath thy shroud

To forge a throne of midnight proud

In cathedrals wrought of silent dread

The gilded shades of sangreal dead

 Priests who chant in whispers cold

To gods of dark with halos gold

No mortal eye can grasp the sheen

Of darkness gilded, pure, unseen

A sacred hymn in shadows cast

A golden dusk that holds steadfast

From blackened altars, flames arise

Reflecting void in spectral guise

An opulence that blinds the wise

With gold that darkens heaven’s skies

The crucifix of light dethroned

In darkness, shadows’ power honed

A god of night with gilded breath

Proclaims his reign through rites of death

No purer light than darkness’ glare

No heaven touched but by despair

These shadows, blessed, are born to reign

In gilded dark, divinely stained

Come, kneel before the burning dark

The golden shade that leaves its mark

For shadows sing in golden tones

A choir of black, where darkness owns

The light is naught but feeble blaze

Before the gilded dark’s malaise

And in this shadow, cold and deep

The gods of night and gold do sleep