Liar Of Golgotha - Ways Of The Wind

I have stood silent, waiting for the summoned winds to slowly take away my shape and carry me to the far ends of the earth. My eroded remnants binding in an alternate world, overlapping the one that humans call their own, though untraceable. The winds of By'gahl took me to his kingdom in the East. On the back of his gigantic blackened wings I passed the rural pagan lands and the mountains of
the dark Carpathian empire. During my time there I learned the tales of the
Vampyres and the hidden roads to the haunting one called Tepes, still cloaking these lands in fear.
And I met the spirits of all warriors, long forgotten, when I crossed the
extensive battlefields hidden beyond an infinity of years.
Willingly, the dead shared with me their vicious terrors and lusting fantasies.
I absorbed their being, feeding my soul with their force. I had become what I'd been taught. The winds of
Bheloth took me to the Southern domain. On the back of the tentacled horse,
this liquid demon-king took me away. He taught me the tales of the Order of Power,
to which he had devoted his life, and proclaimed me all his might and wisdom.
And I absorbed every detail of the knowledge into my mind.
The monstrous horse rode the stars shining on the southern hemisphere and I saw the beige
deserts in which the Ancient Ones lay silent, never to be found by human kind.
But I could see them as clear as diamonds, reflecting a surreal moonlight into my eyes.
And in a future nearby I would crush the Ultimate Gate awaking the statuegods.
Clutching to the greasy fur of the hideous predator Gha'hap, I travelled to the frontiers of the West. Riding off when the sun was in the southern signs, he was the one teaching me
the secret arts of the divine, and sciences of the macabre. From high above I gazed over the lands
and waters of the western continent. I tasted the atmospheres of elder times,
when the sun Ah Kinchil was more than a star for those races on the mountaintops, and when its bridal moon was still
considered sacred, the goddess named Ix C'up. But melancholy drenched my heart in these times,
now buried, echoed through my head. The winds of Bthya'qual took me to the North, where I tasted
the powers of violence and bloodshed. In the hypnotizing falls of the northern lights I heard
the horn blown by the gods, to welcome our trespassing in the "lands of Odin".
My guide uncovered its gnarled grey teeth in my direction, its empty greenish eyes
staring at my face, and I felt the rush of a second disintegration.
And on yet another astral plane I reassembled and travelled with the Norsemen over the great
wide open sea, to conquer lands across. On the back of Bthya'qual I rode the Northlands and beyond.
I have scaled the four sides of the globe and learned all there is to
know. I know the fears and loves of the humanoid creation. And I know the same of the divine.
But still there are things beyond my reach...