******************************* Please don't modify ! Author: Lunatic Asylum. Taken From: http://www.geocities.com/lunatic_asylum/index.htm e-mail: lunatic_asylum@yahoo.com *********************************** Satin Darkness Calls ...like poets writing o'love I will repeat this illness now and then.... In sanctuary deep down below the heaven's welcome gate, Lived nasty spawn of hell with a promise of the higher rate, Many years have passed since last man desecrated this place Trying to retrieve the shattered peace and rescue human race. For I bestow now the ability to be the chosen man, or woman, for the others, I'll guide you, guard you on your journey to haunt the moroseness caves, And independent on the price you'll share with the holy traverse, You'll be a ancestor of who fought for light side, on side of the ancient braves. Harass its rule - reject its throne, be rebel yet not strong, But nature gave you hundred years use them with wit to live long, Nurtured you'll rise high above all that you can see now, An elf, a human, tree or heaven saints winking with their brow. .... "Abrased and ugly face of pure God of Purulent would make me puke If I'd see him again here at my hot, mighty home, him I would crook" And nothing must be oozed thru My Belial's Gate - not even brook" - said He, stood up and sallied down to put off his Spell Book. .... Was carried by visions, was powerful and willing to make an attack, He started to embody his plan of devastation, the gore lance black, He was unable, unstable and ripping apart in decisions of revolt, Coping with my blood pressure I am declining my halts. Giving the vulnerable away, he sets off to the farther trip of the curse Saw him stand, watch him travel I resembled mold old beggar's purse Local blacksmith full of once warrior's glory, forged a crystal sword Long and two-handed it reflected rainbow light, blessed by Lord Went to the priest, revelatory confessed in sins, He took off from that land, threw the last glance, and bounded to evil, Acknowledged his quest and struggle-awared of means, In defeating the festering peevish blackhounds unliving. .... "How should I tolerate this impertinent child?" - vampire has bowed. "Bring him to me. No matter what state - dead or alive its your decision, and you should obey" - "That is alright my Master-" - "Enough! Don't underestimate him, its said he is the one." "I do understand now - that's it, my Lord" - he left the throneroom, And left him alone. How should I stop him? Who else thinks it's right? I think that's impossible - one faint move of my finger and he's done He sailed his uprising mental state away, Left his throne and headed for Northern day. .... Strides in, he passed the goblin drunks, moved on to table and resumed The mood of anxiety and passion longing for what is unconsumed. "Take care!" - farewelled the wise, the tall and elfish elder innkeeper, He knew the truth, as once did I, but once my feelings gone a little steeper. Soon he convinced himself - things went right way But was it straightness or complete universal mess frail? I did not find the answer, but well - he did And soon by actions, he let the outspoken secret rid. Passed on to village next by next, He found time to greet the rest... Plague and fragile attitude he met, And more determination in self he got. .... Black massive walls to hold a set of candles lit little magenta in air, His massive vulturous figure stood grimly doomly in insight, What did these visions bring me? Am I the bog, the steam unengined or perpetual halt? I am no one to submit these dreams unreal - I am surmising - that's not the end. For I shalt send another ones.. And send black cavalry in chase.. You will be here, by day or night, You will give in this unmatching fight. .... Rock by rock, cliff follows mountain, he's chained and strengthened more and more He sees the darkness, misty cloud, there's armies and their leech requires gore! They came for me and I shalln't pass, I will accept that fight but to evade it somehow, How can they slay me if I am blessed and friends can be the "ground free"? Dragon! Yo mighty friend, white armor piercing flame! Fly to protect me, and thy souls would boil For melting armor will be waterfall and form the oceans for God's Glory and it is even earth which cannot hold its surface still.. Ah, trenched your bodies quartered form fleshy ground with the weather raging storms Defiled by red rain falls it gathered to be a complete circle traded Lord Number Two uncertain claim. .... Risk, shine, blade sheathed and ready to give another load of the ripping slice, It's like a role-playing game with thrown six sided dices of the urgent vice. I will recall its flights as it inside grinds still, Uncover it - thwack and put it back to wake your will. And as the dragons are glad to show its primal fire on very day they've trained to fly, I leap at every single sided dream aroused before my eyes - for I've not slept for three - four hours, And will I wake when weakness'll cover me? ..... Hah, hah! I got him coming to sooner shot of heart attack, that's perfect, vampires, bow me! And see the darkness cannot do - it cannot stop his self-renewal and soon he'll get forgotten and you'll sneak To attack from behind and to tear him blind. No mercy tolerated - go, puppets, go.. ...... If ever I was reprieved, that execution still exists, Alas, no matter what deprivation one's sick thought meets In the encounter of the black and junction of all white, I will be an exceptional spectator of my spectre light. That light is transparent, you see, look out for the hollows of its marble shade. The shadow is cast by the dark, illuminated by the light, I cannot hold myself, be here, I will soon turn to light, but will expose my weak spot to the dark, or see them both and look aside. And is aside an ignorance or wisdom? Can't be that one's a perfect man, he is of sinner and of kindness, So I'll just change my line of sight and be a little farther to the madness. But what is unperfect in me, should I find it or don't pay attention to it? I'll harvest all my doubt and as usual myself I will treat. ....... Ready to rumble, drawing the sword I posture fiercely, I clench the sword's hand in one crippled force, Charging forward I run for it beastly, I'm grievous mass bulk-spurring my horse. Be damned, once fallen, be under again! Your heroes mean nothing to fury and hate These feelings won't match you, you, unblessed gore, You'll take a new look at pain - be it real storm. Unrise, die you, m.therless lone! ....... Reflected again fire visions befall on his head, I see he is strong - True Hero of Flame. How good to be Me, to rule and subject. Who let it be fight, who plays it like game. I think I will face him to death, Plate armor, Black Sword, Dark Cape and The Gate. Dark Spells are embodied to earth's renewed advent. Prepare young flesh to be cutthroated and dread. ....... Parts: 1. Velvet Shake of Tragedy 2. Down 3. Rebellion Awaits 4. The Vampire 5. Villages 6. Battle 7. Dispairs Taking Tall 8. Doubts To Take Away 9. Charge Onto Daemons A. Black Gate: Apocalypse is coming Last Modified: 18.02.00