Widdrim Hymn
With a whisper of the sacred words
A specter of hatred manifests
Dark consecration in the flesh
Bidding welcome to the new lords of this world
Beset we were, centuries of plague
Famine, emaciated the land
The unborn enslaved
The dead furnace fodder
Cloaked the sun and hidden the stars
The mouths of the old gods gave sustenance no morŠµ
Impotent, at last they stood beforŠµ the ravenous horde
A blinded triarchy of acolytes professed the ways of ritual:
Sacrifice to summon the rains
By mother the child is slain
An offering of earthly possessions
Regression to the state of beast
Orgiastic frenzied rites, purging of the mind
Lifeless consummation
Child and animal are known
At last, the dark clouds descend
The maddening light of His countenance appears
A gift of searing rain
A downpour dissolving devotees
The land laid bare, answered the prayer