The Ritual - Horrendous

Incantations rise from shrouded

faces in the night

As plumes of smoke dance

in candelabra’s light

It is time

Beneath the mournful shadows of the trees

a haze of incense swirls

and casts its stench upon the breeze

Rising to the sky with chants

of praise and ecstasy

The Ritual has begun

Bring forth the cursed knife

and raise the ancient key on high

Touch not its gilded surface

for it contains the blood of christ

Now spill the blood upon the earth

within the master’s evil sign

and plunge the knife into the star of

diabolical design

Gaze in wonder as it drinks

our sanguinary offering

Hear the infernal wail as

the master begins to rise

swelling up from festering slime,

sinews crack and snap together,

tendons entwine

a putrid rebirth of unholiest kind

Feel the blistering heat emitting

from the wretched flames

frothing forth the night

as the master usurps the ancient key

with a chilling shriek of pure delight

Bow your heads and praise his name

The master has returned again

Sanguinary ritual.

Sanguinary rites.