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My Lord
We beseech thee with an offering
Virgin flesh from the source
Yours for the reaping
That we might conjure
insight most foul
A pure mind ripe with hope
Her soft skin, like porcelain
raised with a chill
No more tears wasted out of fear
What's yet to come has sapped all will
No more struggles, no more struggles
Acceptance that her life will be
better served on the altar
As a conduit to traverse to the end
Let this one be your vector
Wading in the depths
Ready to eclipse the sun
Plunge this world into eternal cold
Reconstruct the dark world of old
This mortal world made of ice
First step laid upon this sacrifice
Venture our quest
vanquished be yours
To claim and conquer all
Blood in blood out
To the six or above
One flesh unto you
The blood freezes
Your portal left in mangled pieces
Her soft skin, like porcelain
raised with a chill
No more tears wasted out of fear
What's yet to come has sapped all will
No more struggles, no more struggles
Acceptance that her life will be
better served on the altar
As a conduit to traverse to the end
Let this one be your vector
Wading in the depths
Ready to eclipse the sun
Plunge this world into eternal cold
Reconstruct the dark world of old
This mortal world made of ice
First step laid upon this sacrifice
Eyes roll back and turn black
Only a dead stare gazes back
With a touch of death
And frosted breath
The Summoning begins
Give us this day Our six pounds of flesh
In a dead womb grows The cephalopod god
Conceived in violence Consuming its way out
Mine eyes unto you Great Lord of the Labyrinth