Wings of Psychomachia Lyrics

1734 A.S.
A year passes beneath the cursed library. The Voyager Armand Mordkhane is drained of his black magic while he studies the secrets at the brink of insanity. Tormenting visions from the past, the present and the future dominate his waking hours as he is forced to face his destiny. The dire warning issued to him by his father proved to be no idle boast! What gruesome entities haunted those corridors that made even the heir of the duke shiver in cold terror? During a glimpse of an eye when Mason Rofocale's scrying vision was blurred by an unknown force the soul of the Voyager tore to multiple pieces. The ghosts scorned him at his pain and the cemetery beneath the library blossomed, envigorated by his stolen magic powers. The Immortal Historian regained his vision only to witness the Voyager weaving his sword in maniacal frenzy. It was in the moment when a battle-prayer sent by the Demon Duke resonated within the cemetery and seized the torment. The black light of all lights shined through and showed the Voyager the way to the surface...
Tranquility enshadows the scintillating sun
And the moon imparts the realm a sulphurous morrow
Voyager quivering accepts a dawn of strife
Atop charnel ramparts
He sees abstractions in the tortured horizon
Agitated by the razorwind's tongue
Licking mercilessly from heaven's crypt
Noble thoughts in galvanic delirium
Turn to a prison of the soul
Dismal dreams are swarming inside the brain
Bleeding to the soil
Astral skulls and demons of Sodom scream
From every hierarchy, from the deepest of pits
And the glimpse of enlightment
After mind's chaotic waltz
Freezes and reanimates
The Aeon is here:
The moment when water turns to vinegar
And the abyss grasps the mortals
By their wriggling throats
Humanity will have understood
Its inevitable death
The Voyager smiling raises
A chalice of god's blood
A nectar most marvelous and soothing