The Angel Of Smokeless Fire

Oh merciless Titan! I direct my vision upon Thy terrible

glare, that our sight may conjoin as one. For I have

crawled out from the wombgrave of silent serenity, rested

my burning tongue in the cold waters of oblivion and

placed a skull atop the staff of my ascension. Cloaked in

starless night have I journeyed upon the mare of shadow,

across mountains made of childrens' bones unto the

saturnian springs where I washed the face off my soul.

Soundless there, I plunged my sword into the knot of

existence. With eyes covered in salt I beheld the Angel

of smokeless fire,

singing wordless hymns through the chthonian winds,

piercing his voice through my chest, void of heart, to

awaken the pole unto which all iniquity is drawn.

Pulsating with death-like vigor, I there was crowned upon

a tomb crowded with the glimmering reflections upon the

lunar lakes. Eye gleaming with ancient terror stolen from

the Abysmal sparks that dance above my anointed brow. The

Throne of shameless murder be my seat, under which weight

even the burden of life is crushed. Devouring the Word of

reason to spew it into the bowels of the great Dragon, so

that I may become Dumah – The angel of the silence of

death, spreading the fourfold wings of solar Darkness

across the blind mass called ALL.