Black Cunt Watain

Abominations stir within the all-mind
An intrusion in the womb of grace
But fear not the dark, my child
So the serpent says

Ageless, with corruption's grin
The tempter's come to bless its kin
The very source of all your sins
Slithering hither, withershins

For you have seen it in your dreams
And sensed its presence
Your sons and daughters, on their knees
The black goat upon its hind legs, standing tall
Then you shall know it in your heart
That burning yearning
The will to kindle hellfire
To pace the winding path

By way of the primordial sеa
Through the wilderness of darknеss
From the well of blasphemy
We drink with lust and greed

Let the light of the night set the tone
A sound like rolling rock on stone
A spirit cloaked, flesh and bone
Making its way into the world
On its own