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Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate Lyrics by Bal Sagoth
Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate by Bal Sagoth
Mountain of Shadows, hides the aeon-weary threshold of the Astral Gate... the portal from
Our world, to beyond...
It is said that one who holds the key and knows the empyreal incantation may stand within
The ancient ring of stones atop the mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and
Unlock the mystic gate, summoning it's sidereal sentinels, thereby attaining ultimate
Enlightenment and wisdom unparalleled...
Part 1: THE INVOKING
(The Aspirant Reaches The Summit)
Keepers of the cosmic threshold, my ascent has been fraught with terror, deathsteeped,
(These grim mountains are strewn with the bones of the ill-fortuned dead.)
O' Guardians of the Astral Gate, the spheres blaze at last in trine... I hold the Key!
(The trinity of stars shall touch the circle of stones once more...)
The incantation of Xuk'ul is known to me, the Orb of Summoning earned with bloodshed!
(The crystalline key to the Outer Realms and the arcane rite to empower it are at last
Mine, Seized at swordpoint from the citadel of the Black Templars. Enlightenment awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic Orb of Summoning was seized by the mysterious Black
Templars,a band of sombre, plunder seeking knights from the kingdoms to the east of the
Great Sea. They wrested the sorcerous gem from the ancient shrine of Azaimedes, where
It had lain hidden for countless centuries, it's true power and purpose known only to the
Dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship. It is said that the tapestry of
Slaughter woven that day was unparalleled in it's ferocity, and that the marble walls of the
Ancient shrine were, and still remain, stained vivid crimson with the spilled blood of the
Ka-kur-ra, I summon thee,
Zul'tekh Azor Vol-thoth.
Mighty Xuk'ul arise,
Kur'oc Gul-Kor, come forth.
I hold aloft the pulsing orb, astral spheres, empower the mystic key.
Ring of elder stones entwined in prophecy, the Rite of Invocation enthralls thine power.
Replete from drinking deep of darkness, black shapes dancing 'twixt the stones,
Lucent beams lancing forth from the gleaming, cepheid stars, a creeping mist ensorcells
A great stillness binds the moon-cloaked mountaintop in glooming shackles...
(High above, the myriad stars gleam bright against the night sky, three more resplendently
Bedazzling than the others, their sidereal auras engulfing the stones...)
And the central stone of the ancient ebon ring begins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhing celestially spawned power then rends the
(A vast shimmering aperture, a vortex of heliacal fire... the pathway to beyond beckons!)
The Astral Gate is open...
The Guardians have awakened...
XUK'UL: Impudent mortal! You dare summon us? If 'tis elucidation you seek, you shall
Such searingly terrible stellar majesty... my sanity is lashed like a vessel on a storm-
Wracked sea. What price this invocation? Shall the singing stars claim my very mind?
To countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas 'twixt the stars... the ebon
Oceans of infinity... flying through a thousand suns, then watching their light fade, as if it
Were but a flickering candleflame snuffed by the wind. As beings of pure energy we
Become one with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time, spanning at once
This celestial eternity, and yet existing as no more than a mote of dust within the vista of its
Endlessness... Journeying beyond...
The threshold looms, (the star-way between dimensions stretches before me...)
The Gate To That Which Lies Beyond yawns wide...
Unspeakable forces gibber and pulsate in the Outer Darkness... Elder horrors dwell here,
Things which were ancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolence when even Xuk'ul
Was naught but a bloated cosmic maggot, writhing and suckling at the breast of its
Amorphous mother... They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo... the squamous sovereigns of
The elder void!
Primal terror drags my essence screaming back from the threshold.
The ichor of pestilent tongues clings to me, tendrils probing, the ire of fiends!
The ravening black worms of madness are devouring the shredded remnants of sanity as I
Return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I feel my limbs
Transform, flesh becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark mantle of obsidian. And the
Laughter of the Guardians echoes, carries upon the winds of this spectral eve. Such is the
Price of enlightenment. And so, a new brooding sentinel of stone joins the others on the
Nighted mountain top...
Standing silently in the ancient circle of truth, standing... waiting,
Beneath the stars.
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