Ritual Impurity (Seven Of The Sky Is One)

Black hound carries the image
Malific reaches to tragic visage
Provisions afore gods you wrought
Your holy water only aides the rot

Squeal of pain when the blade crests the hide
Soil tomb clutches the grisly image pacified
Time of impurity, post foul gestation

Flesh quickens their stride
Between reeds quests the raging seven
40 days could not save your sire
Lusts of the seven are more dire

Lamashtu is I, daughter of the sky
Paths forgotten I govern thereby
By beheading blades I purify

Fourth named in fevered eyes
Bare the face, madness I fortify
Tend and toil your agonized cry
Irmina is I, taken, you have died