I'm so Tired of Sighing, Please Lord Let It Be Night - Black Tongue, CJ McMahon

We are gathered here today to give rise to abomination

He will cast the chains of subjugation

Spread his oppression across all nations;

unending ire;

the tables shifted

Under his cleansing fire the filth is lifted

The sea will burn crimson under his reign

She was always at her best dressed in flames

Witness eternal disdain

The tree is withered

The roots are rotten and weak

They grow through the skulls and the ribs of the children murdered at its feet

The lie you’ve been chasing;

the happiness you seek;

you could have found what

you sought blooming in man, but the rot was to deep

An axe to the tree

Prepare the sacrifice

Drag her screaming to the altar

Bring me the sacred knife

Lay her on the table

Carve on her chest the shape of the elder sign

The hour draws near

Raise your glass and share her blood as holy wine

The hour draws near

The tree is withered

The roots are rotten and weak

They grow through the skulls and the ribs of the children murdered at its feet

I vocare te diaboli — Ustulo omnia — Nova nobis — Satana

(Hark, the calling of crows)

The sea will burn crimson under my reign

I will see this world wreathed in flames

Witness pain