The Black Rabbit

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

Frith, the sun that shines so bright I am the shadow close behind him The skull beneath the flesh Bringing souls to rest Detested by mortal kind As their coil unwinds El-ahrairah in the dark The Champion of the living Descends the crumbling shale A proud and arrogant hero He comes to risk it all Digger Runner Prince Remember you were given The speed to run from me The dark swift gave you warning A chance for you to flee To you Frith has been kind But I remain the same For death cannot be fooled By your trickster games How I wish you would give in Accept you cannot win I hold no hate in my mind I cannot be reasoned with l am the will of Frith You seek an answer you will never find Here in the land of moonlight All alone in the cold of my presence The yawning maw of eternity Forever in reverence I will not be persuaded Take what's left and go I, In-lé Ra A river of bitterness flowing on On the first day Shadows will sever your tail If you fail To win at your game And on the next They’ll take your ears away How much more will you withstand before You give in Prince of a Thousand Enemies Who claws at stone Digging in vain