Oh, Father, I have done as you wished: gathering the implements of the conjuration

I now read from the sacrament made with the skin of v**n genitals

Their screams echo like thunder within these monuments of stone

The blood of the severed now stains my blade; the sacrificed; the newborn flesh

I have been patient long enough

Prophecies have spoken of one

The one who could bare such potency

Accounts of anaemic attempts have been visible throughout centuries

I bestow the heads of virgins and the first-born sons

Upon this slab, slowly slicing at her uterus to ensure I don't deface this newborn c**s

Upon this slab, slowly slicing at her uterus to ensure each incision doesn't deface the beauty of this newborn c**s

Craving to caress the severed skin of her a**s while groping the gristle as it slides down my p**s

I bestow the heads of virgins and the first-born sons

The horns of the lamb and intestines of the children

Prophecies have spoken of one

The one who could bare such potency

Accounts of anaemic attempts have been visible throughout centuries

I bestow the heads of virgins and the first-born sons

The horns of the lamb and intestines of the children

Arise, oh, necromantic lord!