The Black Hand of Set

Eaters of Human Flesh 
 Hath eaten unlawful Flesh 
 Upon our Brethren 
 They have Feasted 
 Seed of our Father 
 We must now Avenge 

 In secret conclave we Gather 
 To rain Destruction on those Whom 
 We have Cursed 

 With vile Black Arts 
 And Tempestuous Rage 
 We vent our Wrath 
 Red Blood stains my Hands 
 And damns my Soul 

 You will drink the Black Soerm 
 Of my Vengeance 

 The Mighty Voices 
 Of my Vegeance 
 Smash the Stillness of the Air 
 And stand as Monoliths of Wrath 
 Upon a plan of writhing Sepents 

 I call upon the messengers of Doom 
 To slash with Grim Delight 
 This Victim I hath Chosen 
 Feed upon his Brain Pulp 
 Rend his Throat 
 Pierce his Lungs with the strings of Scorpions 
 Oh Kali 
 Oh Sekhment 
 Oh Dagon