Oh father, I have done as you wished
Gathering the implements of the conjuration
I now read from
The sacrament made with the skin
Of virgin genitals
Their screams echo like thunder within these
Monuments of stone
The blood of the severed now stains my blade
The sacrificed; the newborn flesh
I have been patient long enough
Prophecies have spoken of one
The one who could bare such potency
Accounts of anaemic attempts
Have been visible
Throughout centuries
I bestow the heads of virgins
And the first-born
Sons

Upon this slab, slowly slicing
At her uterus to
Ensure I don't deface this newborn clitoris
Upon this slab, slowly slicing at her uterus
To ensure each incision doesn't deface the
Beauty of this newborn clitoris
Craving to caress
The severed skin of her anus
While groping the gristle
As it slides down my
Penis
I bestow the heads of virgins
And first-born
Sons, the horns of the lamb
And intestines of
The children
(prophecies have spoken of one)
The one who could bare such potency
Accounts of anaemic attempts
Have been visible
Throughout centuries
I bestow the heads of virgins and the
First-born sons, the horns of the lamb and
Intestines of the children

Arise, oh necromantic lord!