Now, I'll bring forth chaos
After all these lonely Aeons

Without pleasures,
Beneath the forest floor with worms,
Buried in the void
Fornicating with the soil,
Deep within the mire,
The dank, lifeless empire
This tomb is so crude,
I break through into

The odoriferous, featureless fog,
Unearth my body from the bog

In the shadow of the shattered moon
My kings fill with sulphur
In the rain 'neath the bleeding moon
A nameless hunger to make them suffer
In the shadow of the shattered moon
I long to burn men
And see the worlds ablaze again,
And to forge us on the anvil of pain

Torturous visions:
Tear asunder the ancient caste,
With terror and awe
So sublime with gore
That they helplessly mourn
As I viciously adorn
On the victims-of my vivisections

None of this shall last
Through the blood-red dusk
Penetrate the fleshy grin
And grind against my lich-skin

With so much pleasure
I commit them to the Worm,
To wet the void
To fornicate with the soil,
Deep into the mire,
The dank, lifeless empire
There will be no pyres
For the pariahs

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