An ash painted chamber where death has been
 A song of entrails strung upon a violin
 On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned
 And sealed with the Hecate's nightshade kiss

 Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned
 To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned
 A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss
 Where the half-eaten faces of coranthon grin

 And the deluge begins
 As a wail runs into course
 Defeat devours defiance
 Life congeals, unhallowed
 Stench billows
 Raped into compliance
 The strong force yields
 To the redivider

 Altars bleed their rotting sanctity
 Aborted selves convulse
 Retch momentity avulsed from bliss

 The walls give way
 To a trembling pandemonium

 Nightmares flood the dying soul's septic vision
 Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual
 Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition
 This is not a happy ritual

 Triumphantly
 Entropy parades its mandibles
 Tendons snap, bone rips from bone
 Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity
 A scythed obscene apparition stands alone

 Praise the descending dark
 Praise limbo's dripping vulva
 Praise the perishing spark
 That takes with it eternal life

 Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus igni

 The acolytes shed blood devoutly
 Dying slowly where they kneel
 The figure reaches out
 His clutches grab an easy meal

 But as the fiend unvigilant,
 Turns to feed, the master draws
 Upon his chest a vigil and
 Invents death and the devil's laws

 Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus igni

 Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis
 Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament
 Immare irate, in subata procella
 Invoco te, marstra occulta stella

 For when you
 Even death will die
 We spin around the night
 Consumed by the fire
 Cross thyself, you plague
 And vex me without need
 Even though consumed by fire
 We spin around the night
 In seas of wrath and sudden storms
 I invoke thee
 We spin around the night
 Consumed by the fire
 For when you should have danced
 Even death will die
 Even though consumed by fire
 We spin around the night