Akercocke - The Serpent lyrics

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 d**h 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 satan*s 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 damned such as me