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 virgin 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 clitoris.

Upon this slab, slowly slicing

at her uterus to ensure each

incision doesn't deface the

beauty of this newborn clitoris.

Craving to caress the severed skin

of her anus while groping the

gristle as it slides down my penis.

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!