Ichor
In hoc signo vinces
Godly vitals
My servants, hark!
Father
O' hear my cry!
Mother
Embrace me with thy sublime light
Carnal
Divine
Chaos
Neophytes!
The blade was cold and flesh was ripe
Nescience
Upon which they feed
Infernal
Devastation of the mankind
Supreme
Wielding the blood
Eternal
Sacrificing the disposable
To know the inner secrets
Of those who move beyond the realms of the unknown
Into the precinct of fire
Thus do we dedicate ourselves
To your service and your commands
We accept your guidance
And your mighty power
Father
O' deceiver!
Mother
Shined on me with your whoredom
Carnal
Divine
Chaos
Acolytes!
The blood was luscious
Rejuvenate
Nescience
Upon which they feed
Infernal
Devastation of the mankind
Supreme
Wielding the blood
Eternal
Sacrificing the disposable
From the midst of distant nebulae
Humming to the minds of frail mankind
Eons of existence
Deep into our slumber now
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