Midian

Our region has been disturbed by the most unlikely of denizens!

Revelations 21; Verses 6-7

"I will give to drink without cost from the springs of the water of life.
He who overcomes will inherit all this.
and I will be his God and he will be my son."

When contrary winds blow across the sands
Their murmurs can be easily swayed
But when storms quicken one cannot placate
The howling of their murderous rages

Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
Beside our waiting graves
As war roars about our precious land
Seeking cause to subjugate

Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames

There is no fanaticism as virile as faith
To the blind his words are clear
‘Suffer not the infidel! Suffer not the infidel!
Assure your place in paradise here’

Winged seraphim hold love’s trembling hand
Beside her tiny grave
I will avenge her, do or damned
Her sacred mother did the same

Tonight in flames
Tonight the world will fear our names
Tonight in flames
Stay my feeble heart
Our deaths will be the start
Of something glorious and vain
Tonight in flames

I went to see her dance one day
In a play by a wailing wall
Now she is gone
But the song lives on
Zealous and maniacal
The Eastern sword must fall

Revelation 21; Verse 8

"But the cowardly, the unbelieving, the vile, the murderers, the idolaters and all liars—their fates will be in the fiery lake of burning sulfur"

~ Tonight in Flames (2008 E.H.)

With the closure of Hell's embassy with us, I've decided to try and reunite our ethereal realms and keep the invaders known as "The Black Hawks" out of our region by banning their lead-warrior from our region! We shall not take hostages, hell's fury will be unleashed upon all who try and enter this realm with ill intent!

I'm glad to see the illustrious and powerful The Satanic Empire of Big Jim P back in his dark and rightful throne in Hell!

The Feast of Fools, 1308
As January slipped into the grip of winter
A leather leash tightened round the throat
of fate

Amidst the flock, disease and dementia
Night was blighted more than ever before
With screams of lust and obscene adventure
And scenes of raw debauch

The darkness was aroused with every kiss
And all who fell under it's spell
Were one foul step from the abyss

One foul step from the abyss

Scared villagers there in All Hallows Fair
Feared the Templars and their Queen
For Lilith compared to a royal nightmare
When she steered their tempestuous
Fever-dreams

The beast was loose and beauty party
To the horrors of this sonorous whore
A seducer, Medusa
A frozen Hecate cloned

Stealing seed, her needs were like a cancer
Growing stronger with each whimpering dog
Knelt before her, thirteen necromancers
Called form desert sands to this land of
opportunity

The darkness was aroused with every kiss
And all who fell under its spell
Were one foul step from the abyss

One foul step from the abyss

Love was drugged by a copious vendor
A train of servants for her decadent games
Purring on rugs in fugs of opiate splendour
Vain Lilith spread her wings again

Stars, they gasped and comets in ovation
Lit the towers, their very presence declared
They watch with lust, despair and veneration
For the Goddess seated naked there

The painted eye of the storm

Plagues of sin, played to win
All hearts and souds in thrall
To her embrace, her fatal whims
Desire meant to conquer all

Until that fateful day, 1308
With a force blessed by the Kings of Hate
Facing winter grey to disintegrate
Once noble halls

The villagers in a belligerent horde
Fraught daughters fanning flames
Rose like pillars for their militant Lord
Thoughts of slaughter haranguing hot veins

They assailed the fort beyond the woods
As the howling broke on the stroke of
midnight
Many lost their sanity at what they fought

Amidst those walls, the creed of dementia
Annihilated by sheer weight of the surge
Put to the sword, free from their calenture
The great estate was given straight to the
Church

Of Lilith, no limb ranked amongst the dead
But that she drank the blood of many men
That dark night it was said

~ One Foul Step From The Abyss (2010 E.H.)

Do not panic about our closed embassies with Hell, we are attempting to reunify our glorious regions at this moment. The great Count will ensure that disturbances are kept to a minimum!