Eaters of Human Flesh Hath eaten unlawful Flesh Upon our Brethren They Have Feasted
Seed of our Father We must now Avenge
In secret conclave we Gather To rain Destruction on those Whom We have Cursed
With vile Black Arts And Tempestuous Rage We vent our Wrath Red Blood stains my Hands And damns my Soul
You will drink the Black Sperm Of my Vengeance
The Mighty Voices Of my Vengeance Smash the Stillness of the Air And stand as Monoliths of Wrath Upon a plain of writhing Serpents
I call upon the messengers of Doom To slash with Grim Delight This Victim I have Chosen Feed upon his Brain Pulp Rend his Throat Pierce his Lungs with the stings of Scorpions Oh Kali Oh Sekhmet Oh Dagon
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