He Whose Face Is Made of Entrails - Schammasch

Come closer, see me as a vision of delight

As I’m essential

Lord of abomination

Know my name, hear my word, come closer

As I speak revelation

Divine revelation of dimensional downfall

Before the sun of life

For I was born of the ancient blood

For I am source and kingdom of decay

My symbol, my word

My breath is rot

It is holy

The stench of death, odour of decomposition

It is holy

Witness the fall of life through my will

Necessity in every way

Call upon me

Call upon me, reach darkness

As you breathe in the southern winds, out of abyssos

Where physical expiration feeds my paradise

Come closer, let me fall into you as you fall into me

While no light shall reveale the way you follow

To gain sublimination, in feculence of purity

Let me surge, let me flow through you

Dominating flesh and mind

For you chose invocation

Serving powers, older than time itself