Astute Sceptre - Ondskapt

Swung from the shadows on holy ground*

A mace long forgotten by the pious

Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake

Lowing with unearthly rancour

I bear this sceptre of the underworld

To smite this realm with doom

And with eyes no one has ever seen

Trudge the pass of glaring stone

I bear this sceptre of the underworld

To smite this realm with doom

And with eyes no one has ever seen

Trudge the pass of glaring stone

Swung from the shadows on holy ground

A mace long forgotten by the pious

Of the dousing fumes of the ancient snake

Lowing with unearthly rancour

I let the Demon speak through me

The forger of The mysterium

Beneath the terrene quotidian rites

The sea of Chaos and awful strife

Gives eternal birth through the fivefold womb

To the astute sceptre that will be your tomb