Eaters of Human Flesh
Hath eaten unlawful Flesh
Upon our Brethren

They Have Feasted

Seed of our Father

We must now Avenge

In secret conclave we Gather

To rain Destruction on those Whom
We have Cursed


With vile Black Arts
And Tempestuous Rage
We vent our Wrath

Red Blood stains my Hands
And damns my Soul


You will drink the Black Sperm
Of my Vengeance


The Mighty Voices
Of my Vengeance
Smash the Stillness of the Air

And stand as Monoliths of Wrath
Upon a plain of writhing Serpents


I call upon the messengers of Doom
To slash with Grim Delight
This Victim I have Chosen

Feed upon his Brain Pulp
Rend his Throat
Pierce his Lungs with the stings of Scorpions

Oh Kali
Oh Sekhmet
Oh Dagon