Au Seuil des Ténèbres

Pallid.

With only such a fleeting word could I describe this eerie place...

Where the throes of life had yet to pierce the skies
And the sun was swallowed by (these) godforsaken vales
They were to be found in their silent slumber
Waiting to be freed by mere mortal breath

Like a dark ripple upon a white ocean I stood
For I was a creature of the flesh
With thorns of destiny I had to let it flow
The pureness of the snow forever washed away

Horrid screams of joy were to be heard
As fear swept across the lands of god
My flesh pierced by their razors
I hit the white grounds smiling

Where holiness was raped under ebony skies
And the scarlet moon was to reign forevermore
As millions of horns were held up high
Beyond the pallid vales I became one of them