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Hear the pulse of impending doom,
Ascribing to ancient rites,
As the stalker carves your flesh
While bathing in blood.

Unusual affairs…
The butcher's specialty:
Feast of the Pharaoh
A riddle of the bloody Sphinx.

There is no safety at night.
Young lover's are sacrificed
Scalp and sinews
Serpent, sand and strangled tears.

Assemble the viscera
To make this puzzle of gore
To deliver to the altar
For the feast.

Arcane formula,
A recipe for rebirth.
Eons of darkness,
An endless age of ancient pain.

Faceless victims,
And moaning from wild eyes.
Eyes of horror,
Wrath of violent, vengeful gods.

Shudder to think
About the pulling of tongues.
Fools to the slaughter,
And the doom drum forever lurches on….

Ishtar's cruel gaze.
She commands the deed.
Demands the blood and guts of the priestess,
Be executed by the saw and by the blade.
Antioch avatar.
Assyrian revenge.


Accept the lash,
And give yourself to her.
Fill the chalice
As you're drained of all life.

Let the scent
Of charred human meat
Fill your dying lungs.

Let the scent
Of charred human meat
Fill your dying lungs.

The feast has begun
After 5000 years

The feast has begun
After 5000 years

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