Thee I invoke, the Bornless one. Thee, that didst create the Earth and the Universe Thee, that didst create the darkness and the Light. Thou whom lays evident yet no man hath seen at any time. Thou hast distinguished between the just and the Unjust. Thou didst make the female and the Male. Thou didst produce the Seed and the Fruit. Thou didst form Us to love one another, and to hate one another. I invoke Thee, the Terrible and Invisible God: Who dwellest in the Void Place of the Spirit I am He! the Bornless Spirit! I am He! the Truth I am He! Who favors Chaos should be wrought in the World! I am He, that lightningeth and thundereth. I am He, from whom is the Shower of the Life of Earth: I am He, whose mouth flameth: I am He, the Begetter and Manifester unto the Chaos I am He, the Grace of the World: "The Heart Girt with a Serpent" is My Name! Come Thou forth, and follow Me: and make all Spirits subject unto Me so that every Spirit of the Firmament, and of the Ether: upon the Earth and under the Earth: on dry land, or in the Water: of whirling Air or of rushing Fire: and every Spell and Scourge of God, may be obedient unto me!

Stir the embers Fan the flames Altar of fire Cast your seed into the flames Invoke them Offer to the dark ones For answers you seek Suppressed craft & secrets Await the starving Desperate to exhume No fear of aftermath Cast your seed into the flames It's for them Solicit the knowledge And passage to power Darkness discerned your call Your attempt not in vain Noxious mist starts Pouring in now they besiege the fire Hoods bow Claws extend Black blades Touch my shoulder Knighted by the scourge Reborn in the blackened womb Basking in the rays of moon Knowledge obtained power consumed Loss of self standing anew

Sealed unto the universe In a continuous flux of fate Atop a skeletal battleground Stars curl unto phasing worlds Devour the pages of blood Quench the thirst of war Torches burn low in the cavern Stone emblems glow with evil Flesh singed tendrils wrought power Conscripts of pain await to sabotage Raising the siege of impunity Glorious bellows of chaotic intent Resonate within the walls of the keep Fornicating the goddess of death Mocking howls pour down the peaks Snapping wings push sulfuric winds Black hearts burning smoke diffuses Ritual bloodletting and drainage from the loins Deranged from inhaling the black smoke Fuming off the bodies of the recently dispatched Mangled cadavers embellish the chapel Flesh pulp mashes beneath dancing hooves Holy man stripped on the altar Dismembered and torn by rabid wolves One last plea for a savior Only answered from choirs of beasts Icons cry and bleed Corrupted by the dark The throne is lost Your time is done Sealed unto fate

Locked beneath the fallen in maelstrom they dwell Decrepit, evil, abominations Alterations spells Beguiled, exhumed in magic cells. Behemoth, marble gates guard the tower floor An orchestra they moan, the filthy ghostly damned Demons are haunting, they hear your chainmail feet Castle walls crumbling, slime begins to seep Drawing your true weapon, cast your circle ward Unhallowed they thirst and meet your crafted steel Mithril chainmail Ritual dispel Possession of mythic armaments Knowledge of scrolls and destiny Possession of mythic armaments Knowledge of scrolls and destiny Unearthed the power lays unto thy hand To slay the fiend above ascend the tower Let death sing it's song

Instrumental

Insufficient tolerance of corpses wreaked with lust Disembodied entombed moon A shade of gore and pus Insidious silver threads Drape behind the eyes Black coals of anguish Terrorize the dark sky Reap the sacrament bedeviled heavy rage Nocturnal the stealthy blade Stabs the onyx sphere Beyond the dawn of mortal reign Dreads filthy human waste Sacrifice in anguish Exhume the morbid flames Temperament the Queen of cups Dispels rotting limbs Warrior of hunting Befouls the poison wind Beyond the reign of mortal dawn Treads cursed melting hate Exhume the morbid rituals Exile with disgust Fear the creeping larvae crawling underneath your skin Howling mists bleed endless fury From the gates of chaos Beyond the dawn of mortal reign Dreads filthy human waste Sacrifice in anguish Exile with disgust

Frankincense dissipates Impious odors unfurl Impale the protective seal Shattered incantation bowls Talismans detect evil The barrier has been torn Fetch the spellbound sword Battalions wake from their sleep Petrifying unspeakable horrors Grimoires leak Black unholy myrrh Devilish wisps Occupy the air Pungent murky clouds of smoke Penetrate the cracks of doors Takes shape of your fear They've come for you Brace yourself Hear the hordes coming With merciless flame The hordes are coming To claim your domain Witness cowards crying Dropping to the ground Scent of them dying Piled in a mound

Once it was commonplace for me to receive summons from far travelers and dignitaries, usually seeking access to the reserved areas of the great library or receive counsel through the knowledge i have gained over a great many years in this city. I was never a busy man but neither was i sociable, and such encounters would always be subject to my desired time and the patience of those seeking it. So; strange it was that i found myself leaving the comforts of my room to venture down into the visiting hall of the library at such a late hour, and with no prior arrangements. I can only say that the look upon the face of my old and trusted retainer was so full of worry and urgency that for once I did not argue. Descending the stairs I could hear the wind and rain outside growing, the distant thunder bespoke of a coming storm the likes of which the city had not seen in ages. As I entered the room there before me stood four men, cloaked and hooded, they were soaked from the storm outside, I could see little if nothing of their faces and each carried with them some oddly shaped package tightly wrapped in dark cloth. So taken aback by this sight I was that I stood there frozen for some time before one of them finally spoke. "Are you the Grand Scholar?" "Master of Lore?" "Warden to the Black Spire?" "Gate Keeper of the Abyss?" At the mention of that accursed title my mind began to race, for within the city stood a relic of time, long forgotten, meant to be forgotten. A tower created when the city itself was new during a time of great turmoil and spent blood as the world itself fought between good and evil, creation and destruction, life and death... "Who are you, and how do you know of this?" I watched as they looked to each other and then with a nod turned back to me and presented their arms. Thrust forth and sleeves pulled back to the elbow, upon each of them the veins bulged against the skin in a distinctive sigil, dark and purple, and with each heartbeat a fresh flow of stark red would pulse through; it was at this moment I felt it, burning upon my chest where it hung, the key to the gates of that tower. Handed down through countless generations it was, never to be removed, never to be shown, never to be forgotten. My heart racing and my voice weak I could barely breathe out the words I feared to be true. "Must i go with you?" "Ready yourself and follow" "The tower will accept us" "You will mark this day in history" "Come, he is waiting" Their words fell upon me like ice, driving cold into my very bones, and without hesitation I pulled forth the key from its chord around my neck, "then let us begin" ... We walked out into the storm and made our way to that dark blight pricing the sky, the tower was not far, in a city of light, law, and justice, it served as a reminder to the world of times past when demons resided in the hearts of man. Once beautiful it had been burned long ago with many inside, the act of a dying scribe gone mad who promised the return of chaos and creation without the bonds of mortality. The closer we came to the gates the hotter the key burned against my skin. Oh how I wish their had been someone, ANYONE!, to deter me from this madness, but my body moved of its own volition, and the storm drove all to their homes to hide. we passed no one as we made our way to the steps of ruin. Approaching the gate my body trembled and as I drew forth the key from around my neck lightning lit the world around us, I could see the blackened tower beyond, soot covered and burned, it stood as a monument of agony and death. My hands burning as I grasped the key and unlocked the gates which slowly opened of their own accord. "Please say that my task is done, I have brought you this far and wish no more of this" "You will walk with us" "To see and to serve" "Steel your mind and soul" - "And remember what the world has forgotten" in stark terror I followed them, unsure of who I was anymore. Now in front of me they pushed past the gates and into the open maw of the tower itself. We ascended the spiral stairs passing by skeletal remnants on the verge of dust, until at last we stepped upon the roof itself. Open to the skies and unadorned but for a single depression in its center, filled with water from the storm though not a drop would break its clear mirrored surface. I stopped and watched as they encircled the well and each threw aside their hoods. Eyes should never burn so bright as theirs did, pure white against the dark, one by one they stepped forward and gave an offering to the well. Blood, flesh, Bone, and Soul. As they stepped away I could see they were no longer apart of this world, their eyes had turned pitch black and the bodies pale and ashen. it was then that they unfolded their crimson cloths, producing instruments made from the dead. Skin stretched over bone and sinew pulled taught against dead wood, as they began to play one stepped forward and raised his voice in an infernal fury. The water writhed and bubbled as lightning split the skies. Thunder shook the very foundations of the tower itself. In horror I watched as a ghastly figure rose before me with piercing red gaze. He smiled upon each of them until at last he looked to me, in that moment I felt my eyes begin to bleed and rupture, my sanity strangling me to hold on. I awoke hours later blind, terrified, and alone. The last thing I remember; the horrid dead voice, raging out into the storm. "Go forth my heralds and break the world, never to sleep, never to rest. Create and destroy all that there is In your wake shall rise the Tartarus Horde Reclaim existence for the chaos and the storm"