Ritual Impurity (Seven of the Sky is One) - Incantation

Black hound carries the image

Malific reaches to tragic visage

Provisions afore gods you wrought

Your holy water only aides the rot

Squeal of pain when the blade crests the hide

Soil tomb clutches the grisly image pacified

Time of impurity, post foul gestation

Flesh quickens their stride

Between reeds quests the raging seven

40 days could not save your sire

Lusts of the seven are more dire

Lamashtu is I, daughter of the sky

Paths forgotten I govern thereby

By beheading blades I purify

Fourth named in fevered eyes

Bare the face, madness I fortify

Tend and toil your agonized cry

Irmina is I, taken, you have died