An ash painted chamber where has been A song of entrails upon a violin On the brow, and sperm, with bile thinned And with the Hecate's nightshade kiss
live cats, into a pentagram pinned To fuel their yowls, be they skinned A will to call the reaper to the abyss Where the half-eaten of coranthon grin
And the begins As a runs into course devours defiance Life congeals, billows Raped compliance The strong yields To the
Altars bleed rotting sanctity selves convulse Retch momentity from bliss
The walls way To a pandemonium
flood the dying soul's septic vision Decrepit screams, and obitual through unbearability, psychosis by volition This is not a ritual
Entropy parades mandibles Tendons snap, rips from bone transfigures overthrown humanity A obscene apparition stands alone
Praise the dark Praise limbo's dripping Praise the perishing That takes it eternal life
Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus
The acolytes she'd blood slowly where they kneel The figure out His clutches an easy meal
But as the unvigilant, Turns to feed, the master Upon his chest a and Invents death and the laws
imus nocte et canoumimus igni
Vigna te, vigma me tangis et angis Forta faterno culto claudaris lament Immare irate, in procella Invoco te, occulta stella
For you death will die We around the night by the fire Cross thyself, you And vex me need though consumed by fire We around the night In seas of wrath and storms I thee We around the night by the fire For you should have danced Even will die Even consumed by fire We around the night