Come forth Spirit of arcane, Lava! Formless god of putrid aeons Eldest spawn, father of lies Urge of the sick, spasm of the current. Behold the pallor of the autumn sky And wisdom of the age long gone, inhale! Engirdled with the longevity of purity Oh, such godlessness of Reason.. Now inflame the world.. Worm! Earth is yours to devour Forge thy way of savage Rigorism Condemn the shining light of folly. I am the Source Faceless judgement of unruling scepters Shred thy skin and crave my wisdom Source is I. I shall endure.. And now, that the Old Blood dies, new one shall be born Ever-saturating the vein…. ….of Old.