Zyklon

Vile Ritual

Zyklon


Recite the unspoken 
A manifest of the Great Self 
A solid faith in what you can accomplish 
A supreme vision of capability 
An arcane text 
Describing an outrageous test 
Too bold the modern ones would say 
You can always pray 
A vile ritual bleeding 
Like a spear of hate 
Almost like the predator's feeding 
Consolidating every man's fate 
Oh venerable ancestors 
Please grant me with my pagan fest 
I'm equal to my human contester 
May it be a fight for all the best 
Would the few of us ever accept 
A moral that is slightly trite? A sun that never sets is still being bright 
Small pieces of heathen soil can make any man's blood boil 
A violation of anything supreme has come into regularity in any scene 
Never condone the residue of human scald 
Boiling in water that is still cold 
A modern day heresy it would be in fact 
Just let me have my vile ritual intact

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