Lyrics - Summoning The Guardians Of The Astral Gate by Bal-sagoth

It is written in the ancient legends... that high amidst themoon-swathed peaks of the great
Mountain of
Shadows, hides theaeon-weary threshold of the
Astral
Gate... the portal from our world,to beyond...
It is said that one who holds the key and knows theempyreal incantation may stand within the ancient ring of stones atopthe mountain when the stars are correctly aligned, and unlock themystic gate, summoning its sidereal sentinels, thereby attainingultimate 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, storm-hammered.(
These grim mountains are strewnwith 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 touchthe 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 riteto empower it are at last mine,
Seized at swordpoint from thecitadel of the
Black
Templars.
Enlightenment awaits!)
Many years ago, the mystic
Orb of
Summoning was seized by themysterious
Black
Templars, a band of sombre, plunder seeking knightsfrom the kingdoms to the east of the
Great
Sea.
They wrested thesorcerous gem from the ancient shrine of
Azaimedes, where
It had lainhidden for countless centuries, its true power and purpose known onlyto the dour shamans who tended to the elder place of worship.
It issaid that the tapestry of slaughter woven that day was unparalleledin its ferocity, and that 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 my tongue...
A great stillness binds the moon-cloakedmountain top 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 ringbegins to pulsate with a darksome energy...
A thunderous maelstrom ablaze with writhingcelestially spawned power then rends the stygian night...(
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 have it!
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?
Part 2.
THE
JOURNEYINGTo countless worlds we travel, riding the endless black seas 'twixtthe stars... the ebon oceans of infinity... flying through a thousandsuns, then watching their light fade, as if it were but a flickeringcandleflame snuffed by the wind.
As beings of pure energy we becomeone with the vastness, transcending the ethereal walls of time,spanning at once this celestial eternity, and yet existing as nomore 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 wereancient and revelled in sublime galactic malevolencewhen 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 essencescreaming 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 shreddedremnants of sanity as
I return to my slumbering steel-clad body...but as the dream-veil lifts,
I feel my limbs transform, fleshbecoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark mantle of obsidian.
And the laughter of the
Guardians echoes, carries upon the windsof this spectral eve.
Such is the price of enlightenment.
And so,a new brooding sentinel of stone joins the others on the nightedmountain top...
Standing silently in the ancient circle of truth,standing... waiting,
Beneath the stars.

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