Rite Of The Slaying Tongue by Nightbringer
Om, throttle, throttle, stand, stand, bind, bind, slay,
slay, burn, burn, bellow, bellow, blast, blast, Om,
throttle, throttle, stand, stand, bind, bind, slay,
slay, burn, burn, bellow, bellow, blast, blast Om,
throttle, throttle, stand, stand, bind, bind, slay,
slay, burn, burn, bellow, bellow, blast, blast
We are as neophytes within the hoary temple of the
dead, the contemplators of all states of loathsomeness.
We dance with the denizens of the charnel ground in the
glow of the funeral pyre beneath the black arch of
desolate night. We are the skull-bearers who would dare
to sound the thigh-bone trumpets to call forth our
murdering shadows. May their darkness eat at our flesh
and thresh the profane body from subtle bones. We are
the consumers and we are the consumed. We offer the
horrid oblations of our skin. We offer the dread
libations of the blood of our hearts. We sate Death‟s
shadow, that which ever hungers. We call forth unclean
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