Witch of the Forge

Great spirit of fortitude
A soul unbound by the laws of limitation
Transgression of imposed stagnation
Contempt for the confined code of matter

To perceive the magnitude of the endeavour of our blood
Is to die by the blade of our reddened hand - seventy-seven fold

An unstoppable focused torrent
Of demonic will-power
The atoms dance for you
To the beat of your hammer
And they shall sing to tune
Of your furnace

Tubal cain
Witch of the forgе
Nekh o’ sheth
Tools of death
Cuprum
Vеnusian copper
Plumbum
Saturnian lead
Tubal cain
Witch of the forgo
Nekh o’ sheth
Alloys of destruction
Cuprum
The sickle of the craft
Plumbum
Bursting through flesh

Yield unto me, yield unto me
Fucking cosmic laws of rigidity
With our tools as the sceptre I command thee
To transmute within the burning pit -
The devil's howling furnace

Cold forging mastery and transforming worlds
Devouring apathy, fox we are the scourge
Muttering backward in serpentine tongues
Enunciating spells of turbulence and violence
Intonating mantras to put the apparatus in place
With autocratic intent, immaculate and sharp
And ready to penetrate deeply into the fabric of reality

As a shower of arrows rain down from up high
As a brother bears aloft his wand
As the fates do cry

By a titanic engraving of intent
With a sword from the sun
By marching with the legion of dissent

My will
Is
Done