Bal Sagoth The Chronicle of Shadows Letras:
The Imperator of the Night (Hearken to the
Attestation of the Sinistrous): For it is the
iniquity of man which compels him to these
tenebrous gates, seeking opiate dreams and the
alluring embrace of oblivion... Know that I have
cavorted beneath the horned moon with repellent
fiends, and liberated virgins from the burden of
their maidenhood. (Supping deep of that sweet
ichor and revelling in the sanguineous megrims my
ophidian tongue has wrought.) Tyrannic I am where
the Serpent dwells, the lissome embrace of the
succubi, Like a wolf in the fold, red of tooth and
claw, enthroned beneath black nether-skies.
Shadows stalk the viscid gloom, (beware the)
blades of the assassins, The call of Ul-Yeh in the
air, the crystal skull is shattered, A veil of
cloud about the moon, (fevered) dreams of
(trenchant) steel and fire, Hearken to the
slithering, the envenomed kiss of night.

The Imperator of the Night (Thus Spake the
Chronicle of Shadows): Such adoration bestowed
upon me beneath the cryptic moon! Caressed by
ululant lotus-stained tongues... (Behold the true
purity of that which lurks concealed beneath the
mantle of shadow, and let the deluded, debauched
sybarites flee in terror from that darkness which
they profess to embrace!) Beyond the spheres of
light and darkness, beneath distant pallid stars,
I bring the iridescent glimmer of forbidden truth,
seared in the crucible of blasphemy! For amorphous
they come, steeped in the fetor of ten thousand
years, Abhorrent colossi spawned from the
sinistrous cosmic spheres. And upon their tongues,
vile secrets so terrible sweet madness is a
redolent balm!

The Imperator of the Night (Revel in the Triumph
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of the Dark): I shall glut the maw of that
ineffable nameless evil which lurks forever in the
soul of man, for so it is written in the Chronicle
of Shadows...

29 October, 1893 They came in the night, and
butchered five of my party, the terrified
survivors fleeing with the first wan light of
dawn. The fiends seemed inexplicably to be an
extension of the night, as if their misshapen
bodies were actually somehow composed of the
darkness itself. Even as I gazed directly at them,
I found I could not truly focus on their stygian
forms... their bodies appearing to shimmer and
shift like the ripples of a heat-haze upon an arid
plain. My ammunition, discharged in vain, is all
but spent... and now, as night unfurls its malign
wings once more to enshroud this desolate and
forsaken place, I wait alone for the sunrise I
fear I shall never see. At dusk I discovered a
hidden alcove in the time-raught surface of the
great monolith which stands as a mute sentinel
before the entrance to the colossal temple; a moss
encrusted crevice concealed from the eyes of man
for I know not how long. As the darkness massed
about me, a strange miasma seemed to grip my mind
in tenebrous tendrils, and I beheld that
horrifying and immemorial edifice which I now feel
certain once cast its diabolical shadow upon the
Gate of the Sun. It is all true, everything I
feared, everything which I dared imagine only in
the blackest embrace of the most narcotic
malignity. There are Six Keys To The Onyx Pyramid,
which conceal a terrifying truth never intended to
be grasped by the woefully fragile mind of Man. I
now pray that no unfortunate soul ever again
stumbles as close as I to those cryptic axioms
which lie ever in wait between the incorporeal
veils of light and shadow. I would offer up a
prayer to the divinity which once I worshipped,
but I know it would echo emptily through the
abyssal reaches of the unheeding cosmos. As I
scrawl this final entry in my journal, the sun
sinks with a chilling finality below this now
alien horizon. I know the shadowy figures shall
soon return to claim me. I must fortify myself for
the onset of the night...
Letras: The Chronicle of Shadows Bal Sagoth [final]