Nameless Sacrifice

Oh Pan-Satan, godlike figure of highest magnificence By your strength and your blessing my powers shall be To live a life of a persecutor and seek out a holocaust For his glory — the feared majesty of darkness I am one with the black wind that breathes The kinglike wisdom and horrifying deaths The spirit almighty In the graves, within the stones and amidst the woods A ritual observed by a bird, hailed by the crooked branches The yell that confirms the execution for the observant to hear A consecration justified by the promise of another existence For his glory — the feared majesty of darkness When the skulls are pressed down to the ground by the roots No one remembers the traitor who decays in the earth's coldness When the leaves fall on the broken bones in the autumn The murders will be forgotten and the offerings are complete.