Rite Of The Slaying Tongue

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 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!