Widdrim Hymn

By Mefitis

On Emberdawn

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With a whisper of the sacred words

A specter of hatred manifests

Dark consecration in the flesh

Bidding welcome to the new lords of this world

Beset we were, centuries of plague

Famine, emaciated the land

The unborn enslaved

The dead furnace fodder

Cloaked the sun and hidden the stars

The mouths of the old gods gave sustenance no morе

Impotent, at last they stood beforе the ravenous horde

A blinded triarchy of acolytes professed the ways of ritual:

Sacrifice to summon the rains

By mother the child is slain

An offering of earthly possessions

Regression to the state of beast

Orgiastic frenzied rites, purging of the mind

Lifeless consummation

Child and animal are known

At last, the dark clouds descend

The maddening light of His countenance appears

A gift of searing rain

A downpour dissolving devotees

The land laid bare, answered the prayer