storms shall gather from the four corners of the earth And with one enormous roar announce the Conqueror's rise The one who keeps the Treasures Arcane
primeval gate O'er grand piny mountains thou wait 'Neath the night's queen face I wonder at the infinite space... Caught in marble cold, crowned with
So dark are these paths no human eye should see Guarded by statues in velvet moss clad Grow savage blackthorns'ere yonder secret cave For hid shalt remain
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In a portrait of evil and beauty, sneers she, Empress of ravens and owls By a firmament flourished of darkness she's adorned with nettle and thorns
Scriptured in the features of your face, and in the hues of delicate Which painteth thee with the colour of antique gold Throughout dim and narrow lanes
I was riding...I, a King And from the fog my own ghost did appear Aboon mee a strange formation of clouds gathered over the giant Cromlech Why does the
Mighty though in sadness comes impetuos thy wind The sweetest and the darkest who Satan's secrets deems Thine breath o'er the forests, it gilds the landscape
Oh my doleful betrotehed, enbewered in baleful marvels thou art Thou chariotest the soft of evil as whilome you did A host of shadows sings for mee The
