THE ORDER:
We are the order of Omni, the blessed of Mikath and the chosen of Dhar
Here to re-establish the divinity of Kem
Adorning serpent and beast, invoking dragon of the black bleed
....let it be done....
(law of the clan)....sung every last one

DAUGHTER OF THE EVENING:
Whisper away the Vale, wither away the slave
Bitterest day and plague, circle of flame (great flame)
Mountains black, forests gold
Realm of flesh where gentiles roam
Candles burn, embers glow
Earth’s grief so grand is evermore

THE WATCHER:
Wakened sovereigns and banished pures
Blackest children, deities newer
Outcasts of heaven reigning as gods
Turned to scepters their burning rods

THE CLAN:
Picked from thee, our creed, our deeds
Infernal symbols that breed our myths
With one Eye, a thousand demons over us watch
And seed in us power for the harvest’s catch

FATHER OF VOID AND VALE:
Death magnificent
Pain and fortune well spent
To strangle the most loved ones
For every hour is now turned
Upon the opening of Hell

Whisper forth the Vale
Slither through her bled
Ancient, evil and African
Encircled in flame (ancient flame)

Quantus tremor est futurus
Sol Om On…nok tal exceed

DAUGHTER OF THE EVENING:
Father of the bleed deepen for me the anguish of the Cathe
Benamor this gentile clan that forsakes its peaceful home
For the pleasures of the storm

And vast choirs now must sing to the lustful chore of death
To the tiresome prose of sex, to every rose wrath bent
And ghost choirs now must waken into the darkened throat of Kem
Release the bleed of mournful psalm
Plague the ancient form of heaven

THE ASCENDANT:
I rode against the winds of death
To declare the house of god fallen
Now restored, the dark divinity
The faith of fire, the ageless grain
Ashes is Rome and corpse is Jerusalem
Towering over all is Kem
Et nn chasm nn et grv

Like a murder of the oldest crows
Seven deathly realms united
And out of four winds; the Vale of Amonition
Where Dagory’s name and the Ogra are hailed
Played a shadow of a man in a guise of the beast
Calling the fleshly to fathom the glory of Hell

THE WATCHER:
The above is as is below
Satan’s hand guides all
Myth confounds kings of this age
In legend thrive the Vale and the pale

THE ASCENDANT:
And ancients speak of the Southern well
Of the dark East and of Beelzebub’s haunts
The Indo Valean lodge of a thousand great souls
The valley of Baten el Ghoul where the demons drift

The hour of fanatics calls the meek liberated
The plague of children (must yield) for the glory of hell

THE ASCENDANT & THE CLAN:
To grieve in the city below
To grieve in beginning and in end
To grieve no more is to know
That to live no more is to know the glory of hell

GODSEEKER:
Great god of the seven seas
Great god of the blackest forests
Great god of time ancient and time remaining
Great god in the valleys of Hell
Whose Moon was a serpent crying
Whose dust was the passionless weight
Of the wombs of mothers dying
Consumed in the praise of their Christ
I return this vast song for the glory of hell

DAUGHTER OF THE EVENING:
Whisper again the Vale, welcome the savage magick
United the day and the plague
Devouring spirits from unsilent seas

THE CLAN:
Sing all sing
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
Ring bells ring
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell

VICKONOMY:
You curse me with Christ? I know him not! I know of one who watched while the Empires of all the Earth fell one after the other only to rise again by his hand. Horned god of the witches, he is the keeper of all curses. Capricorn throne at the throat of Vengeance, the name upon which all evil strides. The holder of my Blood, Seal, Dagger. Not your god but mine!

THE CLAN:
Sing all sing
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
Ring bells ring
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell

VICKONOMY:
I will watch as your doom manifests. Watch as one by one your children burn and as you their maker quakes and vanishes into the dust…

THE ASCENDANT:
For mine is the maker of eternity and what it keeps and through me he
speaks, the lord of the darkness divine. Only the strong shall his kingdom inherit…

VICKONOMY:
Not your god but mine! Not your god but mine! Never your god but mine!

THE CLAN:
Sing all sing
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell
Ring bells ring
For the glory of hell
For the glory of hell

THE ORDER:
Father was a beast
Some of us stood near him
Others drew back from him
Sometimes Daughter played the lute
As pale evenings varied their bleak hues