"What matter the victims, provided the gesture is beautiful?
What matters the death of vague human beings,
If thereby the individual affirms himself?"
[Laurent Tailhade]

The black Idol emerges as a silver lining in a dust cloud of death,
Eerie parallel tongues and the pipin

[ANTAEUS]

Once when mMastery returned to reside
In Prince Death's darkly curtained halls
Canst thou remember the glorious night
Didst thou not answer Him as He calleth?
Dancing in line, all His acolytes and priests
The One above all dread Grand Archgod of Prey
Hath