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The Black Hand Of SetEaters of human fleshHath eaten Unlawful flesh Upon our brethren They have feasted Seed of our father We must now avenge In secret conclave we gather To rain destruction On those we have cursed With vile black arts And tempestuous rage We vent our wrath Red blood stains my hands and Damns my soul You will drink the black sperm Of my vengeance! The mighty voices of my vengeance Smash the stillness of the air And stand as monoliths of wrath Upon a plain of writhing serpents I call upon the messengers of doom To slash with grim delight This victim I hath chosen Feed upon his brain-pulp Rend his throat Pierce his lungs With the strings of scorpions Oh Kali Oh Sekhmet Oh Dagon |