Into the silent chambers of the sapphirean throne (sagas from the antediluvian scrolls) lyrics

Artist  : Bal sagoth 
Song : Into the silent chambers of the sapphirean throne (sagas from the antediluvian scrolls)
 
Black winds whispering `cross the fens, 
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires
entwined 
Enraptured by the moon`s sweet spells, 
`gainst the skies of (Bleak and brooding) winter
blackly etched. 
The Topaz Throne of Kings is crack`d, eon`veiled,
enrob`d in black, 
Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset`s fire,
saga-spinner, take up thy lyre. 
 
"Thus spake the silent halls of
Valusia..." 
 
Curses borne on vampyre tongues, 
Elder-fiends, o` nameless ones, 
Torches glow in silver cressets,  
In the Temple of the Serpent, 
Waves enshroud where marble gleamed, 
Spectral witch-song rides the gale, 
Black wings above the land of dreams, 
And silence haunts the nighted vale. 
Winged dragon coiled in thrice, 
Bane of flame in shadowed ice, 
Flooded by the bloated moon, 
The ivory worm now sleeps entombed. 
Ten thousand spear-points gleaming bright, 
Sharp-honed steel in pale dawn`s light, 
Grim-eyed legions wait brooding,  
`neath the banner of the Serpent-King. 
Winged dragon coiled in thrice, 
Bane of flame in shadowed ice, 
Flooded by the horned moon, 
Awake o` worm and quit thy tomb. 
 
"Thus spake the silent halls of
Valusia..." 
 
The Atlantean sword beckons me, 
And I descend from moon-shrouded skies 
Into the Tower of the Black Serpent... 
Tales are told to me now in dreams, 
Shadowed lyre strings, 
And sweet whisperings... 
The grim and glorious battles of warrior kings, 
(When the earth ran red with the blood of the
slain), 
And the shining realm of Valusia... 
Carried upon the sweet night winds, 
Piercing the veil of my delirium, 
I embrace the rapturous scent of black lotus. 
 
(I hear the lament of the Immortals...) 
 
"Ka nama kaa lajerama,  
Yagkoolan yok tha xuthalla!" 
 
And lo, I hear the beat of black leathern wings
from moonless gulfs, 
Dark spirits wander the silent halls of the
Sapphirean Throne, 
And in dreams I see the oceans rise to devour the
gleaming spires, 
As the shades of immortals guide me to the Valley
of Silent Paths... 
 
Black winds whispering `cross the fens, 
In eldritch coils (jewelled and gleaming) spires
entwined, 
Enraptured by the moon`s sweet spells, 
`gainst the skies of (bleak and brooding) winter
blackly etched. 
The topaz throne of kings is crack`d, eon`veiled
enrob`d in black, 
Ensorcelled blade glimmers sunset`s fire, 
Saga-spinner, take up thy lyre. 
 
Thus spake the Antediluvean Scrolls.