An ash painted chamber where death has A song of entrails strung upon a On the brow, and sperm, with bile thinned And sealed with the Hecate's nightshade
Five live cats, into a pinned To fuel yowls, be they partly skinned A will to call the reaper to the abyss Where the half-eaten faces of coranthon
And the begins As a wail runs course Defeat defiance Life congeals, billows Raped into The strong yields To the
Altars bleed their sanctity Aborted selves momentity avulsed from bliss
The give way To a pandemonium
Nightmares the dying soul's septic vision Decrepit screams, and obitual Gnosis unbearability, psychosis by volition This is not a ritual
Entropy parades mandibles Tendons snap, rips from bone Atrocity transfigures overthrown A scythed apparition stands alone
Praise the descending Praise limbo's vulva Praise the spark That takes with it life
Iginum imus et canoumimus igni
The acolytes she'd devoutly Dying slowly where kneel The reaches out His clutches grab an meal
But as the unvigilant, to feed, the master draws Upon his a vigil and Invents and the devil's laws
Iginum imus nocte et igni
te, vigma temere me tangis et angis Forta faterno culto claudaris lament Immare irate, in subata Invoco te, marstra stella
For you Even will die We spin the night Consumed by the thyself, you plague And vex me need Even though by fire We spin the night In seas of wrath and storms I invoke We around the night by the fire For when you should have Even will die though consumed by fire We around the night