The Black Hand Of Set Lyrics
Hath eaten unlawful FleshUpon our BrethrenThey have FeastedSeed of our Father We must now AvengeIn secret conclave we GatherTo rain Destruction on those WhomWe have CursedWith vile Black ArtsAnd Tempestuous RageWe vent our WrathRed Blood stains my HandsAnd damns my SoulYou will drink the Black SpermOf my VengeanceThe Mighty VoicesOf my VengeanceSmash the Stillness of the AirAnd stand as Monoliths of WrathUpon a plain of writhing SerpentsI call upon the messengers of DoomTo slash with Grim DelightThis Victim I hath ChosenFeed upon his Brain PulpRend his ThroatPierce his Lungs with the stings of ScorpionsOh KaliOh Sekhmet Oh Dagon
Nile The Black Hand Of Set
