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The Book of the Dead Tome One
by Ssithnos, Sage
( an excerpt about the coming of the One known as Annatar )
REVELATIONS Tome I - MALEDICTIONS
Come, descend, ye spirits of shells, Ye friends of broken light! Come and embrace the gift of the Others, I call for death I will for death. Come, descend, fragments of sorrows, Ye cracked and imperfect bygone master Come and embrace the cry of the Omen, I call for death I will for death For my hearth has been torn And my womb has been torn And my love has been torn.
I cast aside my cloak of night And plunge into the seas Where no light can comfort me And no words can succor me And no lies can bend me And I will dwell at the left hand of death. For I am the father whose babies were slain And I am the lover whose heart was torn My heart and my garden are ashes now Let my howls carry them away Come, rise, ye spirits of hunger, Ye friends of guttered flames!
Come and embrace the winter of love I call for death I will for death. Come draw my cloak across the pregnant moon And let all the wombs be barren this night. A new garden shall rise across the land, Ba' hara, the Garden of Sorrows. Come, rise, ye seeds of despair, Ye fallow ones left on the stones to rot. Come and embrace the Omen's cry, I call for anger I will for anger For I am the storm with ten thousand screams For I am the storm with ten thousand tears For I am the fruit that is dried in the hot breath of hate Till it falls from the vine and withers into dust. Come, rise, ye spirits of the earth Ye ravenous spiders with fingers of shadow!
Take me into the caves of rebirth Where we will dance 'til the rising tides. For I become the winepress of sorrows For I become the stealer of seeds For I become the breaker of blades And the clamp upon the fruits of man. O Ancient One, Whose eyes declared the day See my defiance, see me dust your earth From my feet I sink away from your light.
I always was the One And the fruits in my jaws shall be the generations of man. Come, rise, ye spirits of tempest and lust, Ye howling voices of long-ago night! Take me into the air and the seas Where we might swell the banks to a flood.
For I am the man whose fruits were destroyed For I am the father whose garden was salted For I am the crone whose lips taste the blood. Let these three guises greet me as I descend Into the nether-sea. Let their breath burn away the love That has given well to my tears.
Let our seeds grow into hedgrows With poisoned thorns and sweetened flowers. Come feast with me now And rise from your shells. Let pleasing forms guide us Into the heads and hearts of the accursed.
There raise we tempest To wash away the sand And leave the seashores bare. Come, descend, ye children of the Others, Ye harvesters of eternal waking Come and embrace the cry of the Omen, Caper at thy father's call And feast upon each other's hearth's. Come ye all the serpents of hate, The clouds of deception and The tides of endless silence. I call for death I will for death. I call for death So shall it be!