The Serpent - Akercocke

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
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 d*mned
Such as me