MYSTERIUM DIABOLICUS
From the great North I return untamed and strong
As a highland storm reigning oer mountain and vale
And blow with thunder rolling in rain and hail
Over the peopled landscape that is wide and long
I ride the rack as running wild years with me sail
I bring back the mystique, the secret and the frost
Onward to countless battles where my great victory
Is spread with fear in the characters of a weird story
Pain is coming now, believers in tolerance are lost
The streets are desert, the doors shut with worry
Six, six, six demon is my soul in this cold instruction
My bride is a cloud, in wild shower you feel her
While the wind, my brother, is the seasons dealer
And all the weak fail in rough untamed destruction
Futurum mysterium diabolicus in nomine Lordhealer.
Poetry by the diabolical Lordhealer
of Black Maiden 95.