An ash painted chamber where death has been
A song of entrails strung upon a violin
On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned

And sealed with the Hecate's nightshade kiss

Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned

To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned
A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss
Where the half-eaten faces of coranthon grin


And the deluge begins
As a wail runs into course

Defeat devours defiance
Life congeals, unhallowed
Stench billows

Raped into compliance
The strong force yields
To the redivider


Altars bleed their rotting sanctity
Aborted selves convulse

Retch momentity avulsed from bliss

The walls give way

To a trembling pandemonium

Nightmares flood the dying soul's septic vision

Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual
Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition
This is not a happy ritual


Triumphantly
Entropy parades it's mandibles

Tendons snap, bone rips from bone
Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity
A scythed obscene apparition stands alone


Praise the descending dark
Praise limbo's dripping vulva

Praise the perishing spark
That takes with it eternal life


Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus igni

The acolytes she'd blood devoutly

Dying slowly where they kneel
The figure reaches out
His clutches grab an easy meal


But as the fiend unvigilant,
Turns to feed, the master draws

Upon his chest a vigil and
Invents death and the devil's laws


Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus igni

Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis

Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament
Immare irate, in subata procella
Invoco te, marstra occulta stella


For when you
Even death will die

We spin around the night
Consumed by the fire
Cross thyself, you plague

And vex me without need
Even though consumed by fire
We spin around the night

In seas of wrath and sudden storms
I invoke thee
We spin around the night

Consumed by the fire
For when you should have danced
Even death will die

Even though consumed by fire
We spin around the night