Redivider — Dark Fortress

An ash painted chamber where death has been A song of entrails strung upon a violin On the brow, blood and sperm, with bile thinned And sealed with the Hecate’s nightshade kiss

Five live cats, into a pentagram pinned To fuel their yowls, be they partly skinned A will to call the reaper to seal the abyss Where the half-eaten faces of coranthon grin

And the deluge begins As a wail runs into course Defeat devours defiance Life congeals, unhallowed Stench billows Raped into compliance The strong force yields To the redivider

Altars bleed their rotting sanctity Aborted selves convulse Retch momentity avulsed from bliss

The walls give way To a trembling pandemonium

Nightmares flood the dying soul’s septic vision Decrepit screams, extraneous and obitual Gnosis through unbearability, psychosis by volition This is not a happy ritual

Triumphantly Entropy parades its mandibles Tendons snap, bone rips from bone Atrocity transfigures overthrown humanity A scythed obscene apparition stands alone

Praise the descending dark Praise limbo’s dripping vulva Praise the perishing spark That takes with it eternal life

Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus igni

The acolytes shed blood devoutly Dying slowly where they kneel The figure reaches out His clutches grab an easy meal

But as the fiend unvigilant, Turns to feed, the master draws Upon his chest a vigil and Invents death and the devil’s laws

Iginum imus nocte et canoumimus igni

Vigna te, vigma temere me tangis et angis Forta faterno culto mulli claudaris lament Immare irate, in subata procella Invoco te, marstra occulta stella

For when you Even death will die We spin around the night Consumed by the fire Cross thyself, you plague And vex me without need Even though consumed by fire We spin around the night In seas of wrath and sudden storms I invoke thee We spin around the night Consumed by the fire For when you should have danced Even death will die Even though consumed by fire We spin around the night