Invoke The Adversary (Pugnali di Megiddo)

Spirits of the slough-encrusted earth

Aeons spent lost in the shadow of the moon

Whispering names, of gods forgotten

Cast, into, Brigantian night

Oaths uttered, incantations…

Come and take my worthless life…

Enticement via dream

And drugged by scents unknown

Across the vacant moors

Unhallowed and disowned

What devilry predestined

Now lures me to these ends

As spirits blind and formless

Drag me into the killing pits

So mesmerized, the night reflecting in their eyes

What Goathland breathes, inhaled through the dust of ancient times

Entombed in necrodust, at one with woe and wanderlust

Keepers of the ways of Wyrd, pagan rites thrive under crosses of the false god

Permeating each and every sense, peeling back the sediment of time

Availing me to shed away the filth, and centuries of soul destroying lies

Slime mold in the air and brine upon my lips

Their animistic aura now penetrates and grips

Its resin soaks my flesh, its roots caress my veins

Below the Gritstone peat, I bend to the will of Woden’s way

So mesmerized, the night reflecting in their eyes

What Goathland breathes, inhaled through the dust of ancient times

3:36 Entombed in necrodust, at one with woe and wanderlust

As I wither in the tomb of the earthgod

Rebirth through decay in the womb of the past

Entombed in dust…entombed in dust…