An ash chamber where death has been A song of strung upon a violin On the brow, blood and sperm, bile thinned And sealed with the Hecate's kiss
Five live cats, a pentagram pinned To their yowls, be they partly skinned A will to call the reaper to seal the Where the half-eaten faces of grin
And the deluge As a wail into course devours defiance Life congeals, Stench into compliance The force yields To the
Altars bleed their sanctity Aborted convulse Retch momentity avulsed from
The give way To a pandemonium
Nightmares the dying soul's septic vision Decrepit screams, and obitual Gnosis through unbearability, by volition This is not a ritual
Entropy it's mandibles Tendons snap, bone rips bone Atrocity transfigures humanity A scythed obscene stands alone
Praise the descending Praise dripping vulva the perishing spark That with it eternal life
Iginum nocte et canoumimus igni
The acolytes blood devoutly Dying slowly where they The figure out His grab an easy meal
But as the unvigilant, Turns to feed, the master Upon his a vigil and Invents and the devil's laws
Iginum nocte et canoumimus igni
Vigna te, temere me tangis et angis Forta faterno culto mulli lament irate, in subata procella Invoco te, marstra occulta
For you Even death die We spin around the Consumed by the Cross thyself, you And vex me need Even consumed by fire We spin around the In seas of wrath and sudden I thee We around the night Consumed by the For when you have danced Even will die though consumed by fire We around the night