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Into the Desert Temple

by Cryptic Void

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1.
Wasteland I 01:06
In a lonesome desert traversing an unfathomable distance a wasteland both physical and mental isolated by both distance and praxis; an outcrop of humanity exists to hide a secret that, if exposed would span these disparities
2.
Wasteland II 00:33
initiating humanity into the reality of the forces thus far invisible. These stewards of the secret built a Temple surrounding this cryptic paradox; vowing servitude to the protection of this clandestine location in this Wasteland...
3.
Through ornamented doors, between two pillars, flanking the dark hall are graven images of the Old World; and at the end of this hall stands an iconostasis depicting an unholy pantheon beyond which lie steps journeying into the Earth...
4.
Winding in a chaotic and labyrinthine fashion eventually leading to a vast opening like that of the Earth sustaining a great and terrible yawn where matter gives way to it's infinite density! Taking shape as a void unmoving, a spherical portal of unknown origin, a singularity in space-time, connecting two distant and different realms
5.
Now privy to this secret and it's implications, i can't turn my back on this abomination, this supernatural terror of enigmatic form. The fear of being perplexed and haunted by this mad vision urges me to finish the task. I walk into the magick circle, into the impact of the sphere's splendor. I breach the sphere walking into a state of abstraction wherein everything is returned to that primordial chaos from which all existence was distilled. In the realm of abstraction, as I gain awareness, I begin to perceive in ways once foreign to my senses, visions of confounded physics and materiality.
6.
No sooner had I transformed then I was returned not from where I came, but a shadow of that realm; a darker more cryptic facsimile of that far away reality. From the recesses of the outer walls, moving shadows converge upon me.... I enter the center of their morbid chamber where I breached their sacred sphere crossing into their world!
7.
Rebirth 00:45
A mighty wind of terror carries me back up the stairs and through the black halls emerging from between the pillars like a newborn from between two legs, without the faculties to grasp this new domain! I stand at the precipice of the temple just like the one from where I came, but before me lies a macabre terrain and behind approach hideous forms!
8.
Even as I run away and no one follows I feel a presence stalking me Although it takes no form, I fear no distance traveled could separate me from this spirit's grasp. Beyond the Sphere there is a Specter it whispers in the wind from beyond to me, "Set me free" It asks for passage through the sphere by way of me as host and in exchange for my loyalty, I will be made ruler of this new world.
9.
With this promise of mastery and power I am powerless to my avarice and my intuition wains as my ego takes command. "I'm your servant!" So I let down my mental guard and I relinquish all control I am made subservient to this inhabiting soul that penetrates and lays waste to my mind
10.
I can only speculate as to what has taken place for I could only spectate as a dormant viewer, a passenger, as a victim in someone else's nightmare. There were others who had witnessed the scenes of the horror that came, and the correlation of their testimonies harkens to some forgotten revelation from a stele or a sealed scroll of an ancient apocalypse... of Worlds past.
11.
As all pass away, this world will soon though the hour is not known until it is upon us it arrives with a stench of corruption and wickedness. All paths lead to Armageddon All things will come to an abrupt end! Am I the instrument of desolation wielded by the Destroyer of Worlds The Beast that carries Death into battle against the human world? As we make our way back through the Temple, a place that was once so strange but now eerily familiar the glow of the sphere is stronger than before inviting the death knell of the world beyond!
12.
Out of the sphere and into the breach to do the bidding this Spirit will beseech. His demons billow forth from my mouth Each a cursed word taking animated form! This hate-speech against humanity manifests into corporeal reality. The intersection of opposing worlds creates the chaos that was foretold. The truths that were once shrouded now lay bare. From the recesses of our minds psychic shadows converge into one. The repercussions of our evil deeds now come to pass in a singular onslaught of hostility never preconceived! Into the Breach! And I think "What will be my atonement for this treason?"
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All acts of contrition are null and void. This universal retribution shows no favor in what is destroyed. In any other instance I'd wonder, "Will I survive?" But the ensuing mayhem leaves no room for reflection of a life that's nearly gone. Universal Retribution!
14.
These visions of cosmic warfare morph into perpetual nightmare. until my corporeal end i will be afflicted with this unrelenting curse that my soul can hardly bare but the oath that i have made holds me captive In this hypnotic stasis I know I am not the only but the last of many in a dynasty of traitors to deliver mankind unto the bondage of death!
15.
A history of progress is brought to naught all philosophical wisdom is shattered and scattered. All hopes are dashed; all profits lost. The towers built high are razed to the ground. Woes sent to the sky are dead beneath the sound of the calamity of Armageddon, till the last cry for relief is strangled by these Spirits from the outer reaches of existence. Could i remain in that desert, with an alien sun as my sackcloth and the sand as my ashes, trapped in infinite regret or was that morbid wasteland just the landscape of my own creation? The manifestation of my just rewards in my eternal isolation. Now that I've been transformed, and cannot return I must live out my days in this god-foresaken realm. Grasping sand in both hands, each grain adding to a tipping scale, I contemplate each evil deed and it's portion in this hell.

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3rd installment from the Cryptic Void narrative

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released March 24, 2017

Recorded and mixed by Craig Douglas at Southwing Audio

Album art and lyrics by Stephen Bower

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