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Flesh bear Death's insignia, a density most grave

Bound to the leaden altar of perpetual impurity

Black casket unlocked for the disfigured limbs to lay

In the moist vulva, to enfold the corpse' decay

Sewers of menstruation, wading through the depths

In twisted spectral fluidity, warped masks of living death

Mercury becomes a ghoul, feeding on sick remains

Putrescent blood is boiling to remove salt's rigid chains

Az(a-T)oth speak the spell, return us back to HELL

Az-ra'il bring the key, to dissolve AL through BLASPHEMY

Undressing the palest virgin, raped into a moaning whore Like a fleeting thick miasma, sweeping from the tomb

Impale her heart upon the oak cross, fixed by brimstone nails

Brought from Tubalo's forge, fuelled by unnatural flames

Yet Sulphur-blade dissect the limbs that ravens scatter out

Through the lifeless desert untrodden by hope and doubt

Buried there for ages until a single drop of blood

will fall from the silent heavens, to erect its coiled serpent rod

Az(Tar)oth speak the spell, return us back to HELL

zAzAz be the key, to dissolve AL through BLASPHEMY

Swollen by heat, flesh bear fruit

Flies break out from the cold gnarled root

Heading towards a lidless globe

Where they crack and shatter as burnt adobes

And swallow them one by one

As star by star, vanish for the dawning Sun...

Yea, the void-word of Az-urvan!