My million flying mouths I cast
Into the skies to drink at last
They swarm upon the skin of night
Exsanguinate in ancient spite
Diseas-ed, specked with dreaded tokens
Of that which must not be spoken
The Firmament withers, perforated
The plague must rage till fully sated
Rejoice at the ascent of the swarm
Rising to the sky
There to lay waste to the lights
Feast upon an ichorous ocean
Praise the towering Night God
Blood-master supreme
The emperor of the insects
Spawned from Sekhmet’s dream
We, his many children
Seek out his desire
Nocturnally pursuing
And never shall we tire
No longer will we consume
The common blood of earth
Our master craves the golden
Fluids of solar birth
The currents of stars pulse red with pain
Lunar Epistaxis, bleeding rain
Now collapsing walls of varicosed flesh
Drain and shrivel at my behest
The abysmal drone of winged singers
Long past the end will sickly linger
The insect fingers of my thirst
Claw the Swollen Sky to Burst
Rejoice at the ascent of the swarm
Rising to the sky
There to lay waste to the lights
and feast upon an ichorous ocean
Rejoice at the ascent of the swarm
Rising to the sky
There to lay waste to the lights
and feast upon an ichorous ocean
Stab with a million knives Drink the sky
Spatter the constellations Leave none alive
