An ash painted where death has been A of entrails strung upon a violin On the brow, and sperm, with bile thinned And sealed with the Hecate's kiss
Five live cats, 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 grin
And the begins As a runs into course devours defiance Life congeals, Stench Raped compliance The strong force To the
Altars bleed their rotting Aborted convulse Retch momentity from bliss
The walls way To a trembling
Nightmares flood the dying soul's septic Decrepit screams, and obitual Gnosis through unbearability, by volition This is not a happy
Entropy parades it's Tendons snap, bone rips bone transfigures overthrown humanity A obscene apparition stands alone
the descending dark Praise limbo's dripping Praise the perishing That takes with it eternal
Iginum imus nocte et igni
The she'd blood devoutly Dying where they kneel The figure out His clutches grab an easy
But as the unvigilant, to feed, the master draws Upon his a vigil and Invents death and the laws
Iginum imus et canoumimus igni
te, vigma temere me tangis et angis Forta faterno culto claudaris lament Immare irate, in procella te, marstra occulta stella
For you death will die We spin the night Consumed by the thyself, you plague And vex me without Even though by fire We spin around the In seas of and sudden storms I invoke We spin the night Consumed by the For when you should danced Even death die Even though consumed by We spin the night