Skull with a Forked Tongue - Carach Angren

I slept amongst the dead, ate the flesh of dogs and black leavened bread

I pronounce the three unclean names carved in bone, to consult this mantic head

Sorcery as a divinatory tool, to find that stone all philosophers seek

A black shadow ascends, possessing its vessel and so the skull begins to speak

Conjuration

Craniomancy

Divination

Skull necromancy

It keeps me from sleep in the middle of the night

Its weary grave voice mutters, wails and sings

Moaning, whining, whispering, teeth-grinding

Preaching evil and the pleasure it brings

Into the occult

My breakthrough

Dippel’s oil

Prussian blue

Alchemy

Grave robbery

Soul-transference

Necromancy

Consulting the skull night after night from the rising moon till the morning

turns bright

Tell me how to lift the veil separating life from death so I can steal the holy

grail

Skull with a forked tongue

Skull with a forked tongue

The Flesh of hyenas that have fed on the dead

The foam from the muzzles of rabid dogs

Uncommon herbs, bone powder and the skin of snakes

Distilled in a mixture of oil and human blood

Elixer vitae!

Into the occult

My breakthrough

Dippel’s oil

Prussian blue

Alchemy

Grave robbery

Soul-transference

Necromancy

Formulated step by step I’ve created the elixir of life

My spirit now scarred and mangled

A price paid with my own demise

My flesh rots away, I ask myself why?

For I shall live forever, yet all I want is to die

Forever in decay, my flesh rots away