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My Lord

We beseech thee with an offering

Virgin flesh from the source

Yours for the reaping

That we might conjure

insight most foul

A pure mind ripe with hope

Her soft skin, like porcelain

raised with a chill

No more tears wasted out of fear

What’s yet to come has sapped all will

No more struggles, no more struggles

Acceptance that her life will be

better served on the altar

As a conduit to traverse to the end

Let this one be your vector

Wading in the depths

Ready to eclipse the sun

Plunge this world into eternal cold

Reconstruct the dark world of old

This mortal world made of ice

First step laid upon this sacrifice

Venture our quest

vanquished be yours

To claim and conquer all

Blood in blood out

To the six or above

One flesh unto you

The blood freezes

Your portal left in mangled pieces

Her soft skin, like porcelain

raised with a chill

No more tears wasted out of fear

What’s yet to come has sapped all will

No more struggles, no more struggles

Acceptance that her life will be

better served on the altar

As a conduit to traverse to the end

Let this one be your vector

Wading in the depths

Ready to eclipse the sun

Plunge this world into eternal cold

Reconstruct the dark world of old

This mortal world made of ice

First step laid upon this sacrifice

Eyes roll back and turn black

Only a dead stare gazes back

With a touch of death

And frosted breath

The Summoning begins

Give us this day Our six pounds of flesh

In a dead womb grows The cephalopod god

Conceived in violence Consuming its way out

Mine eyes unto you Great Lord of the Labyrinth

Lift us with your cold embrace

We release you from the mire

As our blades pierce her flesh

We six with our unhallowed familiar