The Obsidian Eternity And Anguish - Obsidian Gate

"Listen to my lifeless choirs,

listen to my voice beyond...

Behold the scythe in my bleach hands

and know this: It is time to leave..."

In an imperium beyond ethereal skies

where no life dwells and all light dies,

I touch the darkness of cold demise

to become enshrouded with the night to rise...

I listen to the call of my own existence,

floating and writhing in the infernal void,

yet unborn, yet not even a thought,

already hiding the mask of a hallow grave.


There is no body, no flesh.

No shell to comprehend,

no shell to live again,

just a glimpse of a thought in your eyes.

There can be no compassion

when the black void you see is me.

There can be nothing holy

when I am the hatred in your eyes.

Name me equal to birth and death,

a spirit haunting the black night,

a spirit that is a myth in itself

and all demons that were and will be...

I am an enigma in every question,

all what flesh knows is useless to me,

being a question you will never answer:

What lies in the fires of hell?

In funereal vortex we unite

under a starlit obsidian sky.

Lay to me thy woeful blood

and all pain as sacrifice...

The force of my being is impervious

to any weapon crafted by human hands,

I am everywhere and the night is my mother,

and I am the true face of evil.


I am anguish - Portal of all hate!

I am eternity - Wisdom through the flames!

I am anguish - Released in thy veins!

I am Satan - The darkness in thy grave!

I am a relic, created in a moment,

when stars collided with stars.

A million deaths' manifestation,

an aural shape that the night attracts.


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