Vile Ritual - Zyklon

Recite the unspoken

A manifest of the Great Self

A solid faith in what you can accomplish

A supreme vision of capability

An arcane text

Describing an outrageous test

Too bold the modern ones would say

You can always pray

A vile ritual bleeding

Like a spear of hate

Almost like the predator’s feeding

Consolidating every man’s fate

Oh venerable ancestors

Please grant me with my pagan fest

I’m equal to my human contester

May it be a fight for all the best

Would the few of us ever accept

A moral that is slightly trite?

A sun that never sets is still being bright

Small pieces of heathen soil can make any man’s blood boil

A violation of anything supreme has come into regularity in any scene

Never condone the residue of human scald

Boiling in water that is still cold

A modern day heresy it would be in fact

Just let me have my vile ritual intact