Meticulous winds rival the branch Where below a hollow vessel sway Fetid and festering; sour quintessence Devoid cycle of decay, only death is real
Clamorous deed, din of awakening Wherein this chamber - writhing, clouded sanity Lurking, latching - conquered unworth Transcending the means by which I exist
Rotting truths of unbecoming Mold and vicarious growths below a silent muscle Diseased loins give birth once again Scathing hymns of the Black Rite
Dismembered soul, shadows cast centrifugal Anti-cosmic abyss ushering whispers from the void Unsalted circles in the soil below feet undivine I have spoken your secret name.
