Dreaming Above the Sepulcher Songtext
von Nightbringer

All hymns are hollow,
unheard outside the gate of in-between
and unbeknown fall like wounded birds
from the heavens back unto the supplicant.
Thus I slumber upon the threshold of death
and dream the dreams of gods.
It is here that I have sung my hymns
into the mouths of the dead,
that they may not rise but fall down and down
through the chambers of slumber
and unto the darkness of death′s ingress.
Lamentation and evocations in the same cadence,
resounding like the songs of Thessalian witches.
And with bones snatched from the maws of ravening dogs
I have mocked the cathedral's mason,
constructing an ill house of darkness
mirrored within the birdless lake,
a black mansion of dreaming Night.
Within these dolente lands where the Incubi abound,
I have chased the children of the psalm-singers from cyprus to tomb and jugulated them one by one.
In my visions I have spilled the haimakuria
within graven trenches dug by my nails
from cemetery marle.
I would dare to do more.
I would will to go further.
I would sit opposite the Lord of Slumber,
face down turned to gaze upon the cascading abyss.
I would hear truths unspoken and un-scribed within silence.
I would place death′s crown upon my head
and intone my will in a tongue of stygian threnodies,
with cacophonous and mournful wails
upon nightmare choruses of dying lepers
falling before their graves.
I would draw the gaze of my daemon self upon myself
that I may murder myself and become my daemon,
and move ever closer
towards the incalculable totality of the Great Darkness
that is the Supreme.