Outer circle and sigil now drawn in blood With a spatter at the fire rune Embellished with scrawlings by the charcoal Of mortal dwellings turned blazing tombs
To summon the malicious ape - wrath incarnate I offer the bones of man and the golden scalp of the maiden While this wretched land offers this tithe of poison bark from the rotting ponderosa The sweet metallic scent - red candles of wax and vein - your faithful chant your enns
No more scrying through the reflections of the sulfur bog Arise in your rotted, stinking fur and flesh Too long has mankind stained the earth with his essence While demonic presence is relegated to superstition
Thirty-eight hundred lives of men The primeval pact To circumvent extinction In exchange for irrigating the land with blood
You still have work that is yet to be done Enough arterial mist to block out the sun Leave few survivors and turn them to subordinates Baptize them in your putrid fluids
Primal howls - a cacophony of blasphemy Spit a miasma of death and disease That swallows the trees And open the caldera to the bowels of hell What roots are left will tunnel down Deeper and greedier for gore above The leaves shed spores And toxic winds will swirl and cleanse this dying world forevermore
A crimson sun sets on New Urth In fear many Christians will elope with thee
At first sight of numinous anomalies Omens that sicken the air with wytches' conjuries The twisting of their souls Is a gob of spit in their God's eye Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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