Eaters of Human Flesh   Hath eaten unlawful Flesh   Upon our Brethren   They Have Feasted      Seed of our Father   We must now Avenge      In secret conclave we Gather   To rain Destruction on those Whom   We have Cursed      With vile Black Arts   And Tempestuous Rage   We vent our Wrath   Red Blood stains my Hands   And damns my Soul      You will drink the Black Sperm   Of my Vengeance      The Mighty Voices   Of my Vengeance   Smash the Stillness of the Air   And stand as Monoliths of Wrath   Upon a plain of writhing Serpents      I call upon the messengers of Doom   To slash with Grim Delight   This Victim I have Chosen   Feed upon his Brain Pulp   Rend his Throat   Pierce his Lungs with the stings of Scorpions   Oh Kali   Oh Sekhmet   Oh Dagon