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Daebaaman!

Faceless one adorned with a hundred thousand masks

To whom a hundred thousand tongues give a hundred thousand names

Ineffable adversarial triune

In conjunction at the center of the cross

Birthed from a womb with dragon's teeth

And raised in deific spledor as three roaring serpents

Three serpents from one

To coil about the four pillars of the earth

And slay the sons of man

I now drink from the first cup and pray for the last

Disinterred, the slain sun that lies transformed within the abode of the dead

Rises dead and black, I now eat of the final harvest

A feast of slaughter, sickness, and woe

As black illumination rends the heavens and spills across the earth

Daebaaman!

Dragon of Old

Maw of Reclamation

Devil of God and man

Bled by the Cosmic Sword

Yet unconquered

Indomitable Enemy of Creation

Thy blood corrodes the sigil of the Time-keepers

Divine nepenthe and poison

Daebaaman!

Thy wound is the fount of the profound abyss

The grail from which I sate the thirst of black gnosis

I tast of all offerings from thy table and thy cup

And dance in jubilation as darkness in apotheosis forms

And enter now the world.