CANTO I
The Shadow of famine’s wing shall fall over the fields
The Shadow of famine’s wing shall fall over the fields
And the wheat shall blacken and die
And the rice and the corn shall blacken and die
And the oats and all the grain shall blacken and die.
The Gaunt Death shall walk, THUNZIEL
who is Hunger, the Lord of Starvation and Night.
The Rebel XOTADAX will climb from his hole and cause
The dust of the earth to reject the foot of mankind.
At his command the very water shall awaken
And cry out against those that drink it
Stone shall rebel against those who would build with it
Saying “our compact with you is at an end.”
The Unfortunate Undead from TLAKOVA will hate all.
Revolted by their residence in rotting flesh,
They will onerously exfoliate their own bones.
Hopeless crows who groom to remove grisly plumage,
Morosely unrooting meat from ossein, brides of debridement
Obsessives compelled to unfasten the fat from all.
From ZÖURIG come the Prismatic Thinkers
With colorful, contagious concepts that mere men cannot bear,
Memes that burst skulls from within.
They are black outlines lacking inside complexion
Gray like sodden paper except where polychromatic premeditation
Explodes the encephalon and ideas pour forth from their foreheads like liquid rainbows.
A Woman will arrive armored in bitter song
The Demoness VORN, her face a mask floating above her shoulders
Poetry her impenetrable palisade,
Sour music her ruthless weapon,
Every sound a rapier thrust, her lips shape the words
And disembodied mouths appear, encircle her and join the refrain.
The Editors of THOILTAAN erase an existence they despise,
Altering actuality for their cruel amusement.
They correct the chaos of canorous laughter,
Revise open smiles into corrosive tears -
They prefer the order of drops of sorrow
Following one after another single file down the face.
Yea, the Star of Murder, cruel GANAZIL will tarry in the air above
Surrounded by the ruthless dusk it radiates ruby on all
Dust, beast, babe, bush, water, woman, man
It shines on the trees and they are crowned with flame
Blackened leaves falling from their boughs like dead moths
Its ruddy light touches birds and fish alike, annihilating the entirety.
And the rice and the corn shall blacken and die
And the oats and all the grain shall blacken and die.
The Gaunt Death shall walk, THUNZIEL
who is Hunger, the Lord of Starvation and Night.
The Rebel XOTADAX will climb from his hole and cause
The dust of the earth to reject the foot of mankind.
At his command the very water shall awaken
And cry out against those that drink it
Stone shall rebel against those who would build with it
Saying “our compact with you is at an end.”
The Unfortunate Undead from TLAKOVA will hate all.
Revolted by their residence in rotting flesh,
They will onerously exfoliate their own bones.
Hopeless crows who groom to remove grisly plumage,
Morosely unrooting meat from ossein, brides of debridement
Obsessives compelled to unfasten the fat from all.
From ZÖURIG come the Prismatic Thinkers
With colorful, contagious concepts that mere men cannot bear,
Memes that burst skulls from within.
They are black outlines lacking inside complexion
Gray like sodden paper except where polychromatic premeditation
Explodes the encephalon and ideas pour forth from their foreheads like liquid rainbows.
A Woman will arrive armored in bitter song
The Demoness VORN, her face a mask floating above her shoulders
Poetry her impenetrable palisade,
Sour music her ruthless weapon,
Every sound a rapier thrust, her lips shape the words
And disembodied mouths appear, encircle her and join the refrain.
The Editors of THOILTAAN erase an existence they despise,
Altering actuality for their cruel amusement.
They correct the chaos of canorous laughter,
Revise open smiles into corrosive tears -
They prefer the order of drops of sorrow
Following one after another single file down the face.
Yea, the Star of Murder, cruel GANAZIL will tarry in the air above
Surrounded by the ruthless dusk it radiates ruby on all
Dust, beast, babe, bush, water, woman, man
It shines on the trees and they are crowned with flame
Blackened leaves falling from their boughs like dead moths
Its ruddy light touches birds and fish alike, annihilating the entirety.
- from the Propheticum Somnium Hallucinationes AKA The Lasting Death, attributed to Theran Var, High Priest of the Burning Shadow, circa 147 AA (Ante Apocalypsi)
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