Watchtowers Of Darkness

Old but still growing
Neither touched nor blocked
Giants in the Shadows

The Watchtowers of Darkness.

Winged Spirits, Gargoyles black
ghosts of terror in their top

Each one to manifest
The Emperor's magnificient realm

... And in the Black Winds
where the Stars die
they melt your soul
to grey light

Made to human kind
as signs of everstriking power
errected into the sky:
''For yet thou shalt learn of their meaning''

Being Guardians of Damnation
they tremble not
Cyclopic Rapists of the seven Suns

Mighty monolyths with the seal of Rur
from a place where nothing dwells
a place beyond time and sight

Somewhere far away
roars a delirious, screaming madness
Their eyes stare deadly with a frosty glow
In the trance of aeons
On titanic masterfields
In the Evil Paradise
etherical dance
on the waves of a fiery holocaust
the halos have perished
and false art is mute
deceased with no return
in black wids of suffocation.