An ash painted chamber where has been A song of strung upon a violin On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile And with the Hecate's nightshade kiss
Five cats, into a pentagram pinned To fuel their yowls, be partly skinned A to call the reaper to seal the abyss Where the half-eaten faces of coranthon
And the begins As a wail runs into Defeat devours Life congeals, Stench Raped compliance The strong yields To the
Altars their rotting sanctity Aborted convulse Retch momentity from bliss
The walls way To a trembling
flood the dying soul's septic vision Decrepit screams, and obitual Gnosis unbearability, psychosis by volition This is not a happy
Entropy parades it's Tendons snap, rips from bone transfigures overthrown humanity A obscene apparition stands alone
Praise the dark Praise dripping vulva Praise the spark takes with it eternal life
Iginum imus et canoumimus igni
The acolytes she'd blood Dying slowly where they The figure out His grab an easy meal
But as the unvigilant, Turns to feed, the draws Upon his chest a and Invents death and the devil's
Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus
Vigna te, vigma temere me et angis Forta culto mulli claudaris lament Immare irate, in subata Invoco te, marstra occulta
For you Even will die We spin the night by the fire Cross thyself, you And vex me without Even consumed by fire We spin around the In seas of wrath and storms I invoke We spin around the by the fire For when you should danced Even death die Even consumed by fire We spin the night