Alba s touto skladbou:
Ancient Wars,
[I have stood silent, waiting for the summoned winds to slowly take away my shape and carry me to the far ends of the earth. My eroded remnants binding in an alternate world, overlapping the one that humans call their own, though untraceable.]
The winds
of By'gahl
took me to his kingdom in the East.
On the back
of his gigantic blackened wings
I passed the rural pagan lands
and the mountains
of the dark Carpathian empire.
During
my time
there I learned the tales of the Vampyres
and the hidden roads
to the haunting one called Tepes,
still cloaking these lands
in fear. And I met the spirits
of all warriors,
long forgotten, when I crossed
the extensive battlefields
hidden beyond an infinity of years.
Willingly, the dead shared with me
their vicious terrors and lusting fantasies.
I absorbed their being, feeding my soul
with their force. I had become what I'd been taught.
The winds of Bheloth took me to
the Southern domain.
On the back of the
tentacled horse,
this liquid demon-king
took me away.
He taught me the tales of the Order of Power,
to which he had devoted his life,
and proclaimed me all his might and wisdom.
And I absorbed every detail of the knowledge
into my mind.
The monstrous horse rode the stars
shining on the southern hemisphere
and I saw
the beige deserts
in which the Ancient Ones lay silent,
never to be found by human kind.
But I could see them as clear as diamonds,
reflecting a surreal moonlight
into my eyes.
And in a future nearby
I would crush the Ultimate Gate
awaking the statuegods.
Clutching to the greasy fur of the hideous predator Gha'hap,
I travelled to the frontiers of the West.
Riding off when the sun was in the southern signs,
he was the one teaching me the secret arts of the divine,
and sciences of the macabre.
From high above I gazed over the lands and waters of the western continent.
I tasted the atmospheres of elder times, when the sun Ah Kinchil
was more than a star for those races on the mountaintops,
and when its bridal moon was still considered sacred,
the goddess named Ix C'up.
But melancholy drenched my heart in these times,
now buried, echoed through my head.
The winds of Bthya'qual took me to the North,
where I tasted the powers
of violence and bloodshed.
In the hypnotizing
falls of the northern lights
I heard the horn blown
by the gods,
to welcome our trespassing
in the "lands of Odin".
My guide uncovered its gnarled
grey teeth in my direction,
its empty greenish eyes
staring at my face,
and I felt the rush
of a second disintegration.
And on yet another astral plane
I reassembled
and travelled with the Norsemen over
the great wide open sea,
to conquer lands across.
On the back of Bthya'qual,
I rode the Northlands and beyond.
[I have scaled the four sides of the globe and learned all there is to know. I know the fears and loves of the humanoid creation. And I know the same of the divine. But still there are things beyond my reach...]
