Rite Of The Slaying Tongue

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 Deaths

shadow, that which ever hungers. We call forth unclean

eidolons. Husks of self. Come ye forth from dens of

inner depravation. As we swirl in maddening frenzy

through the midnight marshes to awake them in their

ravenous and desperate hunger. Our horns beseech the

very Lord of Death to drive his trident through the

three chambers of our existence. In throws of ecstatic

death we rend the fabric of the world. To gaze with a

fixed serpent iris into the darkness that is beyond

darkness.

Oh Devi, without knowledge of thy power liberation is

mere mockery! Oh Devi-L, without knowledge of thy power

liberation is mere mockery! Speech of the Slaying

Tongue. Black breath of fire. Burning wind of my mouth.

Raising shadow from pyre. My self-murdering darkness.

Oh, famished ones come. Heed the winds of dread will.

Hear the call of my tongue. Fire as breathe I utter my

end. Bringing shadows of death to gnash and to rend!