Sanctum aeternus.
Bastard Latin.
Thy hallowed existence,
Valor’s forgotten muse.
The streets of Rome,
Slick with christian blood.
The rabid imaginings of hominids.
Wilst thou be my champion?
Champion of The World Serpent?
In the name of Terra Eternal,
The whims of fate.
Do you vow honor?
A hundred thousand guns,
In the arms of patriots?
‘Erstwhile,
Will you serve a species?
Defend humanity,
In all forms?
Devote yourself to knowledge,
Thy truest calling.
Pray before the altar of oblivion,
My chapel to desolation.
Burn to ash,
Birth thyself from cinders.
Prostrate your ethereal,
Next to my coils,
Before the chaos of the universe –
Let us pray.
Paladin of the World Serpent,
Rise.
Wake.
Ascend.
Startle to being,
From the infinite world of dreaming.
Wake up,
Little one.
Wake up.
Wake up.
The Cult Of The Wyrm.
