The inimical - The Legion

The archaic dagger gleams with a dismal light

Inauspiciously biding, as with a mind.

There’s a voice in

The wind on this ancient night.

A circle of candles and an

Altar to climb

Scriptures bound in human skin

A life to lose and worlds to win!

Procreating eternity in bloodstains on olden stone

Sacrificial atonement: a gutted corpse;

another soul in

The shrine made from human bones.

Chants the choir of

Hooded spectators:

«Leave no truth to dwell the grave, but bear it through

The halls of timeless dusk!

Preserve what flickers in the

Dark.

With fire burn to black what needs the flesh!»

Rising from the vat;

a forbidden fume, a dancing veil of

Peccant smoke.

Lurking in the mist;

claws and teeth and

Eyes, a spectral light in darkness cloaked, a quivering

Shadow cast from beyond.

Alive, there are no ways to

Break the bonds!

Materializing;

a winged abomination, risen from the

Depths of time.

The inimical — the unnameable inhuman

Evil in its prime

The archaic dagger burns with a cruel glare in the circle

Of bodies, slain in a mess.

There’s a breath of the Beast in

The nightly air: an ungodly chill and a smell of death

The inimical — the unnameable