I was chosen by him once called the all-father
The supreme and invisible creator
I was chosen to resurrect the young god
Foe whom how the universe
Mourns through this chant
In the midst of a polar night,
I woke the ritual robe
As I ventured the caverns
That would lead into the void
And there is stood, a sub-human
Form with bloody scars
There was no way through unless I faced
This creature from below
I see it now, I see misty
As my flesh burns at the pyre…
This can’t be true…Is this the end?
My own sepulchral bonfire…
That’s when I slashed
It’s rotting body with the asthma
Blood was black,
Unanimated stream among the stones
And as I stabbed it again and again and again
It’s clear…you cannot kill what’s already dead
Out in the dark…
A goblet of mead
To quench the thirst and desire
I gathered the strength,
One mighty stroke
Power to destroy the carrion!
And through the gates of death
I am the one now
As I round the place
Art the glory halls!
All praise to the young god!
An image of myself
The birth of a young god!
A turn of the wheel
The birth of a black sun!
A projection of the self
And all praise the young god!