And He Shut His Eyes in Anguish
One fateful morn’ I awakened drenched in an awful sweat and to my horror I observed the freshest victims of my captors Of the Court this vicious King had made me prognosticator All the while in chains — to shore his strength and quell my power Acedia, Luxuria, Gula Avaritia Ira, Superbia, Invidia These things rule in the hearts of men Down the darkest steps of history Of them I see Of them — I see Ixion — you are my slave and you shall bow before me I am your God Sacrifice your firstborn unto me on this sacred altar The steel is sharpened — libations are then poured out The sycophants now gather - all with glee to see the slaughter The blade is drawn close - to cut the vein and steal the life force But something’s gone awry O evil King Ekthelion you thought I’d play the fool And be your pawn — as if you were my God But unbeknownst to you and yours I’ve placed a curse upon this sacrifice Of Jinn in nature that shall negate your body’s auras This pathogen will bring an end to your putrid line — a disgusting sight Spraying forth the blood of my offspring towards destruction of the worlds both above and be-low I close my eyes, envision worlds of chaos — long forgotten Witness the ethereal beings laughing at my plight I grasp the knife, the multitudes inhale reddened mist I shut my eyes in anguish Dropping left and right the courtesans meet the disease Now the King has frozen in shock at the sight of all these things The look of horror on his face it brings Satisfaction of a nature dark yet so complete I look in the eyes of my enemy and smile — as he dies And then I look back to the One The One who saved me and our cause I should have been the one - to make the sacrifice And every day I’ll look back to mourn you Until the fates bring us back together and forever I pledge myself to find a way You will again walk the Earth my son, Il-Volan I will find a way
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Aug 14, 2026