Cadaver Synod - Teitanblood

Silence!

every possible variety of figure and configuration

Silence!

the air is full of you, the earth and the sea, and the lowest

subterranean depths

Silence your multiple heads!

Silence the deafening hiss of serpents covering

the murmur of the dead

See the Accused — ably has he built his reality, schemes his planet graveyard.

Solar systems of dust, disease, falseness, and blood.

Ably Heresy as his own

black image enthroned.

For he has become the tomb of his sons ~ the grave of

time

As mankind sheds skin to wear the night and naked horror, and the voice of the

black earth echoes from within their hearts: now night lives in their souls in

the bright summer day, and laughter is strained by terror, voices hoarse with

false prayer

Quemadmodum et sperma nonnulli forum emittunt et vermes quondam spermate

procreate

The secret of their life is this: The root of their tree is bitter,

its branches are death, its shadow, hatred

A trap is in its leaves, its blossom is bad ointment.

Its fruit is death,

desire is its seed, and it blossoms in darkness

The dwelling place of those who taste of it is the underworld, and darkness

this resting place, for this is what has been told

Fueled by temporary lives the eternal death grows from before the birth of time

to reach beyond the end of it

Quemadmodum et sperma nonnulli forum emittunt et vermes quondam spermate

procreant

Like insects their souls flutter, swarms of beetles and flies drawn by storm

winds into the very depths of their creator.

Tzimtzum reversed in the flash of

the blade

Worlds crumbled and skies collapsed, stars wiped out, guardians released

And when the strength of the Plague had consumed all provisions and the

wretched God needed more food, this grieving malady began to tear his limbs and

rend them apart with his own teeth and by consuming his own body,

fed himself void again

And on the final day the graves were opened and none rose therefrom