Primordial Incantation

Summon the northern sphere to embrace it’s wisdom
Bring forth the sole scroll of ethereal black enchantments
Emblazon the scriptures and it’s devilish incantations
Behold the scorching supremacy in the wake of the infernal names
Ring the bell, turn to the north
Drink the blood; take heed on the voice of the chant
Ring the bell, turn to the south
Drink the blood; take heed on the voice of the present
Summon the southern sphere to embrace it’s wisdom
Immense emotional horizon shiver, engrave the signs in thy flesh
Devour thine fear; embrace the power of demonic incantation
Dusk shall rise from the north; the abyss shall be the heavens
Summon the eastern sphere to embrace it’s wisdom
The seed of sinister dimensional abhorrence arises
The rites of passage; an overture of satanic disharmony
Deliverance lies near as from a flick of a razor blade
Ring the bell, turn to the east
Drink the blood; take heed on the voice of the future
Ring the bell, turn to the west
Drink thine blood; take heed on the voice of the past
Summon the western sphere to embrace it’s wisdom
Fall deeper into the abyss move towards the dark light
One final sacrifice, bloodletting thyself into dim visions
Enslave thyself to the chains of death