Usnea Eidolons And The Increate
Resurrection and death breeds loyalty
I stand before the citadel
At the gate of servitude
Excruciations seek penitence
Exultant cults of eschatology
A Eucharist of self-consumption
Mirroring our degeneracies
Now worship these worthless revenants
Pain befallen
Shadow mask
The blind curator
Woman condemned
A solemn mercy
Given through oblivion
Dying and dimming suns
From the pit of some dark star
Spiral into the void of the serpent's mouth
Inchoate
To pick the flower of dissolution
Initiate
A journey from torture to commiseration
Apostate
To raise the hallowed sword and cast it out to the dying sun
Increate
For the battle is won
