the black hand of set

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 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 hath chosen

feed upon his brain-pulp

rend his throat

pierce his lungs

with the strings of scorpions

oh kali

oh sekhmet

oh dagon