Mighty voices of my vengeance,
Destroy the calmness in the air.
Stand as monoliths of wrath,
Upon a plain of writhing serpents.
I have become as a monstrous machine.
Annihilation of the body,
Who would detain me.
Black shapes arise,
From the brackish pit,
I call upon,
The messengers of doom,
To slash with grim delight,
This victim I hath chosen.
Oh come forth in the name of Abaddon,
Oh great brothers of night.
Move and Appear.
Pierce his lungs with scorpion's sting.
Plunge his substance into dismal void.
I thrust aloft this barb of hell,
And on its tines impaled my sacrifice.
Through vengeance rests.