Sons Of Perdition To Call Down The Old Gods
I'll slice my skin to ribbons
And tie them in your hair
Carve unhallowed names in callow flesh
Skin the heavens and hoist you by your hair
To call down the old gods
I'll drag the stars from their firmaments
Douse them in piss and blood
Rend the veil of tenebrous flesh
Smother the sun and unleash the flood
To call down the old gods
I'll summon angels fair and foul
And stab them in their backs
Kick their bodies down ebon steps
That run with ichor, slick and black
To call down the old gods
I'll toss you into that suckered mouth
Of the real abyss, the true absence
The void eternal, the dreamtime
Rouse its thirst and upset the balance
And call down the old gods
Witness to a thousand liquescent eyes
A thousand cataracts
A thousand occultations
As the piper breaks the wax
And calls down the old gods
A thousand moans and idiot howls
From a thousand cosmic beasts
A thousand prayers strangled in a thousand
Throats of a thousand dead priests
We'll call down the old gods
The aperture is opening
The aperture is opening
The aperture is opening
The aperture is opening
