The Serpent

Akercocke

The slate grey cloud 
That harnesses hail 
Unto the hunter and hunted 
A haunting chord 
Of longevity sounds 
Like the voice of God in the rain 
[Sister Redempta :] 
"Thou who ridest on 
The wings of the wind 
Deign to commune with me" 
Essence of innermost arcana 
Espositor of emblematic death 
Circle of black evocations 
And pacts 
Pentacles and sigils unholy 
The lance, the nails 
The cross and diadem 
Thorned and bloody 
[Charuch :] 
"In nomine dei nostri 
Satanus luciferi excelsi" 
Incensed, the limbless forms 
Of their first hour 
Sing unto the moon 
Treacherous rains that 
Encumber her way 
Soak the habit through 
To the skin 
The almadel shudders 
With the manifest form 
A serene and angular figure 
With the taste of menses 
Rich on the lips 
The horned spirit seduces 
[Charuch :] 
"I am the way, 
The truth and the life" 
Inchoate vision, 
Abstruse, Charuch 
Like a breath 
Captured in the night air 
Versicles 'pon 
Royalty of spirits 
Of the cardinal points 
Of Hell 
The bosom of night 
Boasts a rhythm of storms 
With a vagina wet with lust 
She dreams without sleeping 
Of a goat faced god 
And stigmata that 
Drips blood like wine 
Holy sister 
I crave your benediction 
For your indulgence 
And intimacy 
But your blessings are lost 
On an unholy host 
Willfully damned 
Such as me