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• Artiste: Bal-Sagoth
• Titre: Arcana Antediluvia
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[Act I: The Argosy on the Eldritch Sea] [The Antediluvian Oracle:] And so it was written, that rage would carry him like a howling wind, leaving only frozen corpses, Their bones rattling in hollow armour, to tell their tale in his wake. [The Black Mariner:] Behold, my blackened, grim and gory axe, the searing glow of trenchant steel. I'll notch another widow to my haft, and wreak red vengeance 'cross the waves. Tales of black-sailed argosies, bedeviled by base treachery! [The Antediluvian Oracle:] His gaze is as fire, his words are as spear-points, his voice is as thunder, his touch as the plague! [The Black Mariner:] Storm-prow cleaving, dragon rending, nighted deeps far, far below, Hail-scur scouring, sea devouring, sunken realm's ethereal glow. [The Antediluvian Oracle:] And one night, there came a storm, a storm with searing red winds. Fire and steel rode within it, and vengeance writ in thunder and blood! [The Black Mariner:] Down sixty fathoms, from stygian coral-clad tombs, the pitiless abyssal sea disgorges its shambling mold-mottled dead, Dank innards blackly acoil with nests of slithering things! Ghosts aglide upon the eldritch seas, unfathomed voyage to ascendancy, Traitorous blood, the surf roils red, churning crimson, thrice-cursed dead. [The Antediluvian Oracle:] 'Tis enough that men might dream of being kings without aspiring to the power of gods. [To be continued in "Arcana Antediluvia Act II: The Demon in the Dusklight Crystal."]