Void bitch Swirls worlds Makes meals Of time Revels in destruction Feral flames fanned Funeral ghats glow Stench of idols stains Nostrils
Do not trust the astronomers Whose eyes have been Sewn shut too long
The heavens lie
Reseed the earth With the wealth of the dead Dance tough the land Of dream famine
To bring burning rain Drink from sun-bleached skulls Bang the drums with bones As the valleys fill with blood The mountains claw the horizons
Screams from the plain of souls Herald the coming destruction from above A celebration with contests Of torment and torture Evidence of the worm In the whirl Of a seashell The circles we see That have been straightened