Lamentations of the aeons end (mark of the chosen)
Signal the birth of the opening eye (the sigil, enfleshed)
As the spewing hordes of the uncreated credo (those who are not)
a**ail the sky (and earth, above and below) from the millennial vault
The sunken temples of the old Lords once again make home to zygote of cabal
There will then be blood (sanguine symbiotic) on eyes of the milfaceted ones...
Spear of Gods...
Celestial Azag...
Call forth Divinities
In sacrament, pray
Blessed tempest of plague
EVOKING THE MAGICK OF DEATH...
HASTYLK...
By the oratory formulae, (The sacrament rotting) that defies the faiths of man, (we call the c**ling) storms of blessed disease (to spill the chalice) on the altar of genocide waxing and libate Luna unto vicious Azathoth..
Two fold: divine
Marvellous helix of murder
Sigils of mankind's death...
Extinguish the flame...
From the altars of the Old Gods (the temples forgot) we invoke the thousandfold name of the night
The blessed visions of the opening gates (the planet's behest) shall usher up from under the mires of time
The legions of the dreaming dead (the divine and devout) called back from Nadir's in blood
The mantra then shall be to cut their tongues and make them speak; to gauge their eyes to make them see (and slit their throats so they may breath!)
Signal the birth of the opening eye (the sigil, enfleshed)
As the spewing hordes of the uncreated credo (those who are not)
a**ail the sky (and earth, above and below) from the millennial vault
The sunken temples of the old Lords once again make home to zygote of cabal
There will then be blood (sanguine symbiotic) on eyes of the milfaceted ones...
Spear of Gods...
Celestial Azag...
Call forth Divinities
In sacrament, pray
Blessed tempest of plague
EVOKING THE MAGICK OF DEATH...
HASTYLK...
By the oratory formulae, (The sacrament rotting) that defies the faiths of man, (we call the c**ling) storms of blessed disease (to spill the chalice) on the altar of genocide waxing and libate Luna unto vicious Azathoth..
Two fold: divine
Marvellous helix of murder
Sigils of mankind's death...
Extinguish the flame...
From the altars of the Old Gods (the temples forgot) we invoke the thousandfold name of the night
The blessed visions of the opening gates (the planet's behest) shall usher up from under the mires of time
The legions of the dreaming dead (the divine and devout) called back from Nadir's in blood
The mantra then shall be to cut their tongues and make them speak; to gauge their eyes to make them see (and slit their throats so they may breath!)