Bal-Sagoth - The Empyreal Lexicon

The Keeper of the Ninth Shard: So cold are the spaces between the stars... For blackened suns are the only legacy of worlds long dead. Zurra: The key word of Transcendence! The key word of Transference! I shall liberate the rightful owners of the Lexicon... the true rulers of the cosmos! X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn! Darker than a score of hells, Wherein astral horrors dwell, Macrocosmic realms aflame... Prey of fiends that have no name! X'atham-ry'aa! Tha'zai-tonn! Darker than a score of hells... Where astral horrors sublime dwell, Macrocosmic realms aflame... Bow to the gods that have no name! The Keeper of the Ninth Shard: So cold, at the heart of a frozen star... Stay thy hand and thy tongue, slave of the Outer Darkness.... Surely you are not foolhardy enough to dare awaken the dire titans of Z'xulth! Zurra: Hidden within the blazing core of this sun is that which I seek, old one. Do not seek to thwart me, lest the horrors of oblivion be a balm to your time-addled mind. Behold the cosmic codex! The tome of the astral abyss! The Keeper of the Ninth Shard: Such diabolical evil... sublime macrocosmic malevolence! Zurra: Fear is the power... Terror is the key! X'atham-ry'aa... Tha'zai-tonn! I am replete with sovereign mastery! The portals to the Outer Darkness yawn wide once more! They-Who-Lurk-And-Breed-In-Limbo are free! Kur'oc! Gul-Kor! I have won... bow, yield, kneel! Darken the sun... Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I arise... bow, yield, kneel! Parhelion dies... Narra, Gorra, Kaasha! I can taste the sweet ichors of omni potency upon my lips...