Mortiferum or Ptomaine Malaise (Enochian Crescent)

I have gone far beyond the pale The invincible sun eclipsed and bound Languid with absinthe, a muse I sought From Demonic apparitions as pleasant deliverers They ride the moon In echelon The struggling souls, Seeking the spirit For arcane ointments eerie secretions Extracted from your dearly departed Overwhelming malady, peculiar apparitions Quis est iste qui venit? There was music...religious In a dark place where wrong birds fly Dark, ropy liquid, entrap the potential Offer the blood! OFFER THE BLOOD! A dark current pulls Cataclysmic forces enhance the view I become the Dead and Declare to the universe: The wise one, star namer, decreeing the pattern Apostate, Destroyer, dividing the poles, seed of rebellion Warrior, Sun-king, providing the power, triumph of Sol Nature transformed is the manifest goal Yet, Reignes and Kingdomes Crumble and fall Mortiferum, Mortiferum...