Lloigor - Dark Fortress

Dripping holes in turbid ether

And a dozen hovering throats

Join — turn — focus — speak as one:

My name breaks mountains

My plural is war

My form your undoing

My children your doom

Your mind is my vessel

Your angels my whores

Your nightmare my soul

Your body my womb

My seed is your cancer

Your thirst is my delight

I’m freed to exceed

A thousand young drip from the sky to feed

Bleed spectral seeds

From heaven have the lloigor come to breed

I’ve come to breed

My milk is your poison

My cradle your grave

My flesh your disease

Your passing my birth

Your fear is my nurture

Your masters my slaves

Your prayers my deceit

Your terror my mirth

Your madness my playground

I laugh at your plight

I’m freed to exceed

A thousand young drip from the sky to feed

Bleed spectral seeds

From heaven have the lloigor come to breed

I feed on your frailty

Your grief is my door

Your oblivion fells you

My gaze tears the welkin

My psalms rot your core

My shadow compels you

My coming destroys you

I’m freed to exceed

A thousand young drip from the sky to feed

Bleed spectral seeds

From heaven have the lloigor come to breed

Mirages howl and hover

Above the searing bog

The guts of earth encovered

Icicles on boiling fog

Into the fouling nether

The bane creeps breath by breath

Radiant whips constrict like tether

Forests blister, twined in death

Living light

Blasphemy in the atmosphere

Living light

Living light

Blasphemy in the atmosphere

Living light