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Unseating the nervous equilibrium
An awful lore that yet still lives
Spawned from nests of disorder and violence
A horror beyond all human conception
Crowds of fugitives leprous and cancerous
With evil dragged from elder worlds
In this poison cauldron where their venom spreads
Perpetuates dark obscenities

A cosmic irony justifies the prophet's cursed and loathsome words.
This latent mystery in our existence is ever present beyond the veil.
Hysteria takes hold in a hell of revelation too sudden and insidious to escape.
Amalgamations of spiritual putrescence, the blasphemies of a hundred dialects assail the sky.

O' friend and companion of night, who wanderest in the midst of the shades among tombs, who longest for blood and bringest terror, Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon…

Festered by unhallowed prayers and bleeding throats,
Cosmic sin is ushered forth.
Grinning march of death that is to rot us all,
Forms too vile for our graves to hold.
Sephiroth, Ashmodai, Samael!
Take this flesh in offering to her
Within this quintessence of all damnation
The bounds of consciousness are torn apart

Amidst the blasphemies and the cries of Eldritch things that should be dead
Grim abnormalities spill stainless lifeblood within Satan's Babylonish court.
Lillith, Great Lillith, behold this rotting vessel, his terrible visage with outstretched arms.
A hellish vestige of netherlandish death-cults, their blasphemies in a hundred dialects assail the sky.

O' friend and companion of night, who rejoicest in the baying of dogs and spilt blood,
who longest for flesh and brings* terror. Gorgo, Mormo, thousand-faced moon…
Accept our sacrifice!

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