The Black Filth of Mobius

The moon is shining bright in the blackened mobian sky stars are glowing like shimmering eyes from the pits of the black abyss we gather for the nightly mass curse and vomit up all that’s sacred dark chants of blasphemy spit upon the holy seven burn down the highest havens nothing is pure in this dark night mephiles be our guide we are the black filth of mobius bloody hex through Ixis Magicks enslave the world through eldritch rites sacrifice the child, drink the chalice of blood thy enemies will suffer till they choke dagger in the priestess’ hands lightning cracks the sky the child dies the oath is fulfilled we are the black filth of mobius the world shall soon be ash the sky shall soon turn black rivers turn red with the blood of the martyrs temples burn into the ground holy texts a fleeting memory mobians slowly being raped by the legions of the blackest pit I am the high priest of mephiles And your god is fucking dead we are the black filth of mobius