Post by Dark Emperor on May 29, 2011 13:51:07 GMT -5
In an arcade of woods in a sombre forest
I rise my hand in a devoted hail
To the obscure Horns that lead me
To my black destiny to grow humble
As the funeral breeze blows in my face
And runs through my blonde hair
I know who I am: A dweller of a palace encircled in the mist
I see the fullmoon behind the grim branches
Like the unspeakable truth in this soil
They both give a vision of a purified mind
A black heart has knowingly burned
All that is impure from this forest of sorrow
And everything that is not of Satan
To each man his own, and to me this silence
The serenity that awaits for the beastly roar
To awaken the somber kingdom given to me
In the darkness, still so far far away
A gate waits for me to enter the circle
The eternal cycle of death and of the night.
\\The Scene starts as "The God Of Armageddon" Eric Darkthrone is seen seething with Anger and Fury. he is seen with his hands being gripped tightly as he looks as he is about to explode in a Demonic Rage. he walks towards of someone that makes that Rage become even more apparent. he walks over to a picture of someone that makes him think violent and inhuman thoughts every single night. as he looks at the picture he feels complete evil take over his body. the picture of reference is Mr. B. he tries to compose himself as he begins to speak//
Eric Darkthrone: Mr. B. your name brings forth the truest evil that resides with in me. your name brings forth with in me the truest form of Chaos and Destruction that anyone can ever imagine. your name brings forth with in me a deep seated hatred that i thought was not possible. reason being that i believe that i had already achieved that level of hatred for others. i thought that i have already reached a level of hatred that no one would ever even try to reach with in the daily and natural lives. i thought that the hatred that i have deep inside of me now was already manifested, but i guess i was wrong. i guess that i was wrong in that assessment. i guess you proved me wrong in that regard.
Though I search the key
To open the eternal kingdom
A world of pain and bloody agony.
Where shadows dance towards the white mist.
Gazing at the sky to find the way.
To escape from this world.
The blood is coming from the sky.
It recover the wasted land.
All is now only desolation.
La nuit laisse place a une eternelle agonie.
Je sent la mort couler dans mes veines.
I penetrate the night.
My eyes are now closed.
The pain is now a pleasure.
All is wasted now.
Death is our realm.
Blood... Sang et Larmes.
(Eric Darkthrone brings his hand to his face as he stares at it)
Eric Darkthrone: but you proved me wrong in that thought when you stole from me what is my Unholy Grail. you stole from me what i cherish more than any other physical possession on this planet. you proved that wrong when you took from me what gave me The Eternal Power to rule Extreme Inc with an Iron Fist. you proved me wrong when you acquired from me what i crave, need, and desire: The Extreme Inc. Unified World Heavyweight Championship. i thought that i was The Embodiment Of Evil before. i thought that True Arcane Evil was who i was. i guess that all changed with you took the championship from me Mr. B. i guess that all changed when you decided that you were going to make the bold move, and take from me what i worked so hard to possess. well, let me fill you in on something there "champ". let me clue you in on something about what you just did. let me tell you what you did when you took from me The Unholy Grail.
Nature's primal unchained energy
That is enshrined in all that exists
The power of great destruction
And creation on the crumbling remains
Satan, creator
Satan, destructor
Satan, master residing in the void
...of true blackness
The erect phallus of fertility
And the horns as it's guardians
The procreation of the triumphant
And the demise of the worthless
Satan, protector
Satan, imperator
Satan, master residing in the void
...of true blackness
The ashes that nourish the soil
Born from the wrathful breath
That swallows the burdening life
Is a veil brooding our reborn earth
Satan, protector
Satan, renewer
Satan, master residing in the void
...of true blackness.
(Eric Darkthrone begins to lose some control over his composure as a small bit of Demonic Red and Black Energy begins to radiate from his body)
Eric Darkthrone: what you have done Mr. B is unleashed the real dark forces that drive me to conquer and succeed. what you have done is made everyone that stands in my path of anything targets for destruction. what you have done is messed with the wrong deity and the wrong forces that make the world actually stay in balance. what you have done is made yourself and others perfect candidates for Total Annihilation. Mr. B, you unleashed Real Arcane Evil with in me. you have made me completely void of caring for others in every single aspect. i will not care if you survive what i have in store of you in The Scramble Match where i shall indeed get back what belongs to me. Mr. B, your soul and essence shall belong to The Underworld Permanently!
Born from the blood that was carried through time
Encircling the true essence of the wolf
To reap the weak as a cursed shadow in the night
And let their death ornament the snow
When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes
The human fear sings my song
When carelian forests echoe with your death
The power is regained by the strong
Singing ---- ---- - psalms to scourge ------ god
To make his children rot and hurt
Burning the chapels so their prayers cannot be heard
To leave them as kill for our knives
When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes
The human fear sings my song
When carelian forests echoe with your death
The spirit is regained by the aware
To see their altars turned to dust - Is a dream becoming reality
To see their cross crumbling to rust - Forgotten to void for eternity
The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness
That holds the true light in scorn - The Carelian Satanist Madness
When their children crawl in broken glass
The human torment carries my name
When the embers breed a new black order
The darkness reveals the true light
When the fullmoon shines, the werewolf strikes
The human fear sings my song
When carelian forests echoe with your death
The world is regained by the Satan
The rite of white man reborn - From false light into darkness
That holds the true light in scorn - The Carelian Satanist Madness...
\\The Scene Ends as Eric Darkthrone blasts the picture with Dark Energy causing it to burst into flames. he begins to tremble and shake as the aura around him grows even more. he turns around and a Maniacal look surfaces upon his face//