Nerxiarxin Mahathallah - Enthroned

Hear your child!

Born of a voice untimely

The echo of men’s ordure

Dropped in a wood consciously

Nurturers!

What do you want from me?

I shall bring thee to honour

When thou dost embrace me

«Bringest me my due» as thou sayest

I will not bring it to thee!

Ask me not, what thou canst not learn from me

I am she who reflects unto thee!

I am Deception

I deceive and weave

Thoth-out-Thoth

I whet and excite heresies

Thoth-out-Thoth

«Bringest me my due» as thou sayest

I will not bring it to thee!

Ask me not, for thou canst not learn from me

I am she who reflects unto thee!

Slithering…

Towards a lonely logic truth

I cause you unworthy to scatter and fall

I shall bring you a well deserve misery!

Yk Nerxiarxin Mahathallah!

Thus spoke Machaloth