The Vision Bleak
mother nothingness the triumph of ubbo sathla
In the steaming morass
Of a newborn earth
Lies the formless mass
Which to all gave birth
In a sea of sludge
Of immense extend
Lies the thoughtless mass
Which is source and end
We all must follow
Into her void
To her fetid womb
We all return
Her voiceless howl
Resounds through time
From primal mud
And fenses foul
A limbless thing
Mindless and coarse
This wretches guise
Is end and source
We all must follow
Into her void
To her fetid womb
We all return
Fall through the aeons
Onward to the earth in its prime
Fall through the aeons
Becoming the spawn
Of the great old slime
- :
- Subversion
- The Unknown
- Witching Hour
- Set Sail To Mystery
- Miscellaneous
- The Kindred of the Sunset
- Timeline - An Introduction to the Vision Bleak
- The Deathship Has a New Captain
- The Vision Bleak
- The Wolves Go Hunt Their Prey
- Witching Hour (Deluxe Edition)
- Gothic Spirits 6
- Carpathia: A Dramatic Poem
- Fifteen Years of Absolute Darkness
- Set Sail to Mystery (Deluxe Edition)
- The Deathship Has a New Captain (Deluxe Edition)
- Carpathia (Deluxe Edition)
- The Unknown (Deluxe Edition)
- Gothic Spirits 4