The Bewildering Widow
(2022)
In shadows spun with scorn, your name is a whispered curse,
Bearer of Eden’s first sin, where the pulse of pleasure stirs.
Queen of the heavens crowned, widow of the eldest flame,
Womb of worlds unborn, your whispers carve the primal name.
Bearer of Eden’s first sin, where the pulse of pleasure stirs.
Queen of the heavens crowned, widow of the eldest flame,
Womb of worlds unborn, your whispers carve the primal name.
High priestess of the sun, once clasped by ancient lore,
Matron to the broken and pure, the sacred and the whore.
Consort to Osiris, Ahriman’s dark delight,
Crowned in gold and shadow, mistress of the fevered night.
Matron to the broken and pure, the sacred and the whore.
Consort to Osiris, Ahriman’s dark delight,
Crowned in gold and shadow, mistress of the fevered night.
Star of the morning’s birth, shepherdess to madness,
You dwell in realms where shadows weave their blackness.
Aset, Venus, Inanna, your many faces gleam,
Adorned by myths untold, clothed in secrets unseen.
You dwell in realms where shadows weave their blackness.
Aset, Venus, Inanna, your many faces gleam,
Adorned by myths untold, clothed in secrets unseen.
You, my soul’s abyss, who calls me to the dark,
Dance for me in chaos, let destruction leave its mark.
Your ecstasy and fury, wild as untamed fire,
Our bond is forged in horns, bound by shadow’s desire.
Dance for me in chaos, let destruction leave its mark.
Your ecstasy and fury, wild as untamed fire,
Our bond is forged in horns, bound by shadow’s desire.
Beyond the mortal tongues, in chaos, we ascend,
Where Orion’s feast unfolds and stardust realms blend.
Under Sirius’ gaze, our reign begins anew,
As nations crumble beneath our skies of black and blue.
Where Orion’s feast unfolds and stardust realms blend.
Under Sirius’ gaze, our reign begins anew,
As nations crumble beneath our skies of black and blue.
Jupiter and Venus, twined in cosmic trance,
We rise as gods reborn, in death’s eternal dance.
Beheaded like Osiris, I seek my astral reign,
In patience, we transcend, devouring time’s dark chain,
To coil our serpent’s tail, lost in eternity’s endless wane.
We rise as gods reborn, in death’s eternal dance.
Beheaded like Osiris, I seek my astral reign,
In patience, we transcend, devouring time’s dark chain,
To coil our serpent’s tail, lost in eternity’s endless wane.
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This text, including all its elements and expressions, is the original creation of Nergal Xul and is protected under international copyright law. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use in any form, whether digital or print, is strictly prohibited without prior written consent from the author.
This text, including all its elements and expressions, is the original creation of Nergal Xul and is protected under international copyright law. Unauthorized reproduction, distribution, or use in any form, whether digital or print, is strictly prohibited without prior written consent from the author.
Background music : Atiye Dizi Müzikleri - Still Run lt / Final Müziği (Uzun Versiyon) - The Gift Soundtrack
Audio narration by Nergal Xul © 2024 Styxian. All rights reserved.
