The Summons

How can there be peace when your mother worships Ba'al Spiral in, the eye fixated Wend the path to core of self Find the throne, the One awaited Drink the fire, bring the sword Crooked are the steps that lead Twixt shades of death, and need That drives to hilt the blade Blood for blood is justice paid "UNCLEAN!" screams this mass of leprous flesh "Choose one who has not broken" But censors blaze merely kindles afresh As if not a word were spoken How swiftly pour the grains of sand Through hourglass gripped in shattered hand And soon the booted heel descends To crush the throat of Mystery, sorrowed end to her adultery Let us watch the maggots crawl From the eye of the dying whore Milk white skin draped with crimson pall Stained by blood of holy men Tangled limbs in lust's embrace Press of lips in envious kiss The sweet of honey masks the taste Of poison, oft welcomed release Forsaken oath, her vow forsworn The harlot into quarters drawn Pallid corpse by same nations borne As her execution planned Let us watch the maggots crawl From the eyes of the dying whore Milk white skin draped with crimson pall Stained by blood of holy men Tangled limbs in lust's embrace Press of lips in envious kiss The sweet of honey masks the taste Of poison, oft welcomed release