Dalkhu - A Visit from the Lost Palace

Once again the serpent and slave
Brought him the time for his curse to unleash

You can see bloodthirsty creatures
Running and hiding in the darkest caves
No human eye can see
Their fight for the places…
Tearing each other...
The snarling and squealing is spreading with hellish like tone

They tremble before this night…
They fear of it… As they enter the caves blooded in red

Something is lurking from realms unknown
Something is leaving the palace of doom
Funeral sirens… Suffocated scream…

He picks up strange cane from a sleep on the floor
The eighth symbol and most uncontrollable one
He lifts it up and points it at candles
Chanting words on consecrated ground
Forming the sign of disorder and darkness
Opening gates to another dimension
»Abbadon my beast, give Thy unholy powers to me«

Something is lurking from realms unknown
Something is leaving the palace of doom
Funeral sirens… Suffocated scream…

Ravens emerge with this eternal night
They fall down from sky
One by one
Their eyes disappear… Their bodies unite

From ravens is forming an image
Malignant, obscure and repelling
He knows the creature, though the image is dim

His maker has left from realms unknown
His maker has left the palace of doom
The morbid life has now greeted him