Indelibility of Iniquity Video (MV)

Freed from Morpheus my consciousness returns to a vacant darkness
My anger consumes all concern as I recall the madness born of eventide
Though through these pages there appears conviction in this arrant fiction
Her sanity though seemingly lost may have found a revelation
Under Samhain's sky through both forest and mire, follow the path by will-o'-the-wisps' fire, to cave housing veil for both young, still, and tired Tech Duinn
Though maybe this mystery will lead me
This forest is so funereal with skeletal thickets squeezing moonlight and even sound from the surroundings
And a heavy mist obscures the ground and climbs to the canopy,
My imagination stoked by either fear or folly
There's a faint hint of hymns from afar,
Forsaking rational I followed the flickering lights and melody
Through both forest and mire I found myself at an eldritch cave,
The hell mouth beckons and terrifies, yet I'm compelled to proceed
The air is heavy with haze creating a canvas for luminaries
In its recesses, a dolmen gate somehow untouched by time,
And amidst the arch an ethereal rift shimmers and beckoning me forth
Through the haze I'm consumed by a chilling comfort
Cloaked in black and bone a figure donning a deer skull approached me
He said, Ignore the fires, for the áes sídhe gather and will lead you astray
But's these distractions pale compared to the cŵn annwn which will hunt you
Stay too long and the veil will fade with Samhain's sky
Pressing on I can't help but feel amazed
The wonder, the tranquility, the allure is hard to shake
There's a weight in this air I soon realized
My resolve tested, is this where we truly go when we all die?
No this world is absurd, all its splendor a lie
A delusion, a fiction, of which I cannot abide
Amidst the canvas of darkness I see shades surrounding a campfire
Chthonian figures singing songs of sorrow to a solemn figure
She sat silently and slowly her phlegmatic gaze met my eyes,
Tir Na Nog is so close
I attempted to argue yet my fervent words failed to persuade
In a moment of stillness, a horrifying baying broke the silence
The cŵn annwn are hunting I can't stay any longer
Oddly the ominous howls grew strangely softer
Their ember-like eyes burned bright in the blackness
Paralyzed, I witnessed three pale beasts approach me followed by their master,
The figure cloaked in black!
Under Samhain's sky through both forest and mire, follow the path by will-o'-the-wisps' fire, to cave housing Veil for both young, still, and tired Tech Duinn
Though maybe this deity never meant to aid me
His intent now revealed, he smirked, smiled, and said,
To me, to my house, you shall all come after your deaths