Such is the time we live in,
The gates of Hell are open ajar,
From the deepest murky depths
Of depression they come.
With every step of their march,
The spirit turns to fade,
What was once a raging firestorm
Is now wisp of spark and flame
A powerful desire has taken over
A desire to diminish and destroy
Not by flame or heat or light
But by vacuum of the freezing Night.
I stand in front of you now O Mother,
When will you have your fill?
Tis foolish to protect your prey O predator,
For all things happen by your Will.
The line of fathers is broken,
And all have become Children of the Night
Opening those doors to Inferno,
Welcoming the demons of the dark
Tis not a complaint or woe of sorrow,
For all things happen for a reason,
The Father and Son have sinned,
And the Mother now rages insulted.
Can you not feel it O reader?
The twilight of culture has come
Time has eroded our traditions
And progressive is all that is backward
The gates of Hell remain open,
From the womb of the Earth they come,
Pleasure is all that is sought for
And the cost of pain is always forgot
Fatherless has become the state,
His last waning spirit shines out,
Now all that there is, is The Void
And
The Chaos has completely become.
Gone are the days of respect for links,
And the bonds that were once ever valued,
Now in the darkness of diminishing,
All children wail in the Night to be held.
I wait for you O Mother,
I wait for you to be full, to have your fill,
Standing by the roots of Yggdrasil.
Witnessing the Diminishing Spirit.