Out from the cunt of chaos
Spawned forth from the pits of Hell
Begotten by the seed of widdershins breath
Under the glimmer of the waning moon

Defying the squalid bloodline of clay
Irrigating the soil with sin and shame
Kiss of Death with a slash of a sickle
Prayers gurgled through a throat slit

Choirs of wanton moans in the malodorous air
Chants of vulgar pleasure and lust indign
Bestridden upon the throbbing Serpent phallus
Receiving the fiery seed of awakening

The deeper the root of death penetrates the earth
The thicker strengthen the boughs of the Nightside
So may the clayborn bow before their creator
Squashed like a putrid apple

This is where the new sun dawns
As the gales tear open the sealed doors
May there not be such cloud, mist or veil
That could taint its lustre or hide its light

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