Crown of Autumn

the horizon's dim verge
The drawbridge it slowly lowers
And a legion of armoured spectres rides towards the walls of fog...

Sire delt Imbrunito Regno
Del dorato tuo manto la vista m'enframma'l
Scuro e'l color del verbo tuo
Quando m'encanti con storie d'antico splendor

From my blade and dudgeon drop gouls of blood, the blood of thy vermal foe
To dumb forgetfulness a prey, death swallows Aurora's vows of hope
On carpet of sapless foliage thou stalk whilst Zephirus swells your cloak
A Supernat Kingdom built of dreams, such wilt thou be to mee...


3. A Lyre in the Old Vespar's Realm

So dark are these paths no human eye should see
Guarded by statues in velvet moss clad
Grow savage blackthorns'ere yonder secret cave
For hid shalt remain the dun Elfin Grot
...Yet for mee to know...

Subterranean ruins falling from rocky clouds
Far anvils echo in the snow-covered temple
Beyond the lake mist, on the opposite shore
Silhouettes are dancing an elemental dance
...The Nine Worthies stand there...

In the bleeding One turked the ruin of a royalty once forlorn
But in a future of centuries old They will leave the catacombs of earth



5. Nocturnal Gold Part II: The Name of Inquietude

I was riding...I, a King
And from the fog my own ghost did appear
Aboon mee a strange formation of clouds gathered over the giant Cromlech
Why does the mountains stand so great, sol silent
How can the night dethrone the day
Lo, Eminent Darkness cometh and her dress of eclipse shows unseen constellations...

A circle in the sky then open wide
And the Astral Traveller revealed to mee...

Let mee clutch thee Serpent of Stars
Be my meridian eke whenus thy torch's fire fadeth
Thou marshall'st mee towards the realm where I will be Infinite
I'll dream in a shroud of mists

I summon Gaelic Imperial Hordes
Clenching the hill in my iron gloves
Silence shall mute their laughters and screams
For death is silence and silence will be I


6. The Nettle Path of Grief

In a portrait of evil and beauty, sneers she, Empress of ravens and owls
By a firmament flourished of darkness she's adorned with nettle and thorns

Throned'neath the fiery deluge, the tears you once wept
Then turned to tongues of flames under Samael's spell
Thou givest to the prescribed that disdainful glance
Wich damns the crowd gathered around the scaffold
With branches as frame Artemis navigates the night
While the horizon thou scan nigh the Duke of Rains
Laid onto meads of decrepitude are crying the Legions of Pride

"Non Servian!"

"Tough wind, that moanest loud grief too sad for song;
Wild wind, when sullen cloud knells all the night long;
Sad storm , whose tears are vain, bare woods whose branches strain;
Deep caves and dreary main, wait for the world's wrong!"


7. Thou Mayst in Me Behold

Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicate
Which painteth thee with the colour of antique gold
Throughout dim and narrow lanes, aery surges of cold
Bring to mee my Ancestor's voice, whispering mysterious words

Tears of white wax many candles shed in solemn quiet
As I admire the Romanic stone glowing like ardent embers
Beautiful stained-glass windows represent legends of yore
Thruh the rosette I behold the crescente moon in the enchanting violet of dusk

Shall I question the ancestral stars
And the earthly spirit of the mounts
Thruh the forest and its tangled boughs
Hear the distant echoes of the past...


8. The Treasures Arcane

Of quenchless radiance twinkle the jewels set onto thy crown
Each one's a will on the unique diadem of tyranny
Cherish the untrodden lands of almightiness in thine heart
Drenched the exquisite nectar of miracles it forever will pulse

Hid far from unworthy profane eyes the Sacred Chalice waits
Guarded by the Goiden Dragon, the protector of virtue
Only the valiant can tame the claw and the vehement flame
Olny the puissante can drink from the Cup which grants immortality

Markee!
The one terrible chime...
The blackest bell have toled, a sign that thruh the ages
Draped in awe the kingdoms of the world
Abhorred words sound to my ears like luscious rhimes
Pernicious revelations pour from the pulpit of the Antichrist

So, let vent the Cosmical Force in impetuous waves across universal tides
The storms shall gather from the four corners of the earth
And with one enormous roar announce the Conqueror's rise
The one who keeps the Treasures Arcane


9. ...And the Cold Came O'er the Feud

Mighty though in sadness comes impetuos thy wind
The sweetest and the darkest who Satan's secrets deems
Thine breath o'er the forests, it gilds the landscape whole
Oh, overture of winter, your strain hath mee in thrall


10. 'Neath Celenic Majesty

A vast and vacant vale
Ornated with haxe-veiled sylvan lakes
Wherein aught dive straight
Wor-begone shadows and nocturnal fays
Oh pure primeval gate
O'er grand piny mountains thou wait
'Neath the night's queen face
I wonder at the infinite space...

Caught in marble cold, crowned with a aurecle of livid flame
Veiled by fragile silks, naked she stands in the garden of grief
Distant thunders break whilst she weeps for the hustling flurry
And as the wind arrives I cling to her eloquent cold skin and sigh

The moon became my heart, pulsing the silver blood of thine
A new eyeless sight thou givest mee to admire a world sans light
Nightwards I sweep by the purest catharsis, the divinity of silence
A rapture so cold...obscure in melancholic sublimity

12. Awetumn

PART I - THE GREAT OLD ONES
"The quest for thy kingdom of stone..."
(Kutulusumagal)
Oh, great monarch of all dreams and fantasies
(Ereshkigal)
My lunar queen, it's for you that I rise my sword
(Shub-Niggurath)
Thou rise against the sun to bring justice and might
(Naxir)
I kneel before the universe's entirety

PART II - TOWERING OVER DARK HORIZONS
The magnificent bells of twilight
toll with a deep and awesome sound
to announce the hour of glory
when the timeless portals open wide...

Autumnal flames enlighten the path beyond those gates
as old as the dawn before the past,
a path of leaves that leads to the castle of the one
whose noble tears I greet with silence
I, Caesar of dusk, meditate on the Cosmical Lost
emperor onn my marble throne
I cntemplate the immortal landscapes of my lands
for they contain the universe... of mine...


13. Symphonic Storm

At the feet of the great mountain,
there lays the wood shrouded in mist,
the Forest Of Charmes where, laid on his stone,
sings the daemon of poetry...

taranis wakes and yawns
and in the darkening dawn
a raven sweeps towards the storm...

Where the crystal black lake reflects
the golden cloak of autumn,
there drinks the tired wild boar
while the Spiritowls call...


14. Crowned In Twilight

glowing clouds are coming forth
in the golden sky
silver streams cross the fields
while the moonshyte rises
enchantress twilight's dew
gleams on gardens red
a triumphal overture
choirs of ancient chants

Brandishing my flaming sword
in the twilight sky I soar
through the land resounds the call
lord of astral empires...

Splendour of the childhood's dreams
incantation's king
reptured by the essence of entirety
I stand enthralled in the calm
of the mystic sunset's spell
warm wind blows through my hair
...and the twilight gates await...


15. Shadow Of The Comet

...and the dawn comes red...
My tears on the grave of the ages, once so glorious,
are old wings outspread in the past
to cross the walls of time
emerged from the ocean of history
they will deck the earth with chaos
in the shadow of the comet
...thus speak the elder stars...

They carved onto the stone
of thousands years before
to "Awetumn" I am sworn
"henceforth I'll be your sword!"

Enthroned in a dream of sorrow, dead forever,
I walk on the purple hills where rains of solitude
gather in my open hands
and down my armour slip
to reach the muddy ground
that once received my tears...
...and the dawn comes red...