---

By the light of Azazel

Hearken and appear

Through mine eyes

May the angels of silence

Bless this initiation

With this call, I manifest

Passage through fields of might

Childish prayers said in discomfort

A stranger to blood

As sigils are drawn

Improvise a satanic surgery

To remove a babe, I am least bit qualified

While screeches pierce through the trees

No hesitation, slicing with glee

Holding back to wretch as I fish for the seed

Removed from the womb a botched debauchery

By the light of Azazel

Hearken and appear

Through mine eyes

May the angels of silence

Bless this initiation

Lackluster success, amateur acolytes

Turn a sanctuary into a cemetery