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)

Assail 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 culling) 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!)

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