Lift up your face little beast
From your rancid feast.
The flies swarm.
The pale face.
Like ash spread,
Upon the killing stone.
Sinew picked,
From clinging bone.
Look to me.
The holy the undefiled
The ancient evil.
Pain is brought bare
To vanquish love.
The dark heart.
The malevolent,
Inclining to the left,
The slave to the right.
He stumbles through life.
The blind lacking sight.
He shows all he is weak.
Be ye evil child of Scarlet.
The master’s hand guides you.
The weak are despised.
The blind put to death.
The hosts now gather,
Beneath the nights sun.
Terror streams out,
From the Harlot.
The Ruler.
The sorceress is now still.
She lies in wait.
Death cold heart.
Blood lover.
Silent.
Scarlet.