Black Hand Of Set

Eaters of human flesh

Hath eaten unlawful flesh

Upon our brethren

They have feasted

Seed of our Father

We must now avenge

In secret conclave we gather

To rain destruction on those whom

We have cursed

With vile black arts

And tempestuous rage

We vent our wrath

Red blood stains my hands

And damns my soul

You will drink the black sperm

Of my vengeance

The mighty voices

Of my vengeance

Smash the stillness of the air

And stand as monoliths of wrath

Upon a plain of writhing serpents

I call upon the messengers of doom

To slash with grim delight

This victim I have chosen

Feed upon his brain pulp

Rend his throat

Pierce his lungs with the stings of scorpions

Oh, Kali

Oh, Sekhmet

Oh, Dagon