Bloode Of The Elder (Building The Anti-Kosmos)

In an olde booke, written myriads ago
On pages made of mortall skin
It spake of knowledge so long forgotten
Of wisdome unwished to be spread

Spill the Bloode of the Elder
Building the Anti-Kosmos
Procreating Khaos

The elder who watch the kreation
Knowe welle that all shall descende into
Waves of Apocalyptic Khaos
The kurse upon them is their fear
As their bloode is the key to the gates

In a starless nighte
When the summer is devour'd
Sacred bloode is shed
Shattering all order
The reigne of eternall silence
The embodiment of Anti-Life

Spill the Bloode of the Elder
Building the Anti-Kosmos
Procreating Anti-Life

The bloode of the elder
The key to the Chambers of Kosmic Duste