Post by ladyuzablood on Jan 15, 2012 13:12:16 GMT -6
Mighty protection of Bug-Shaggog,
Enduring Hatred Implacable
Lord Protector of the Chaos Stone
by decree of the Daemon-Sultan.
I, Uza Blood, Daughter of the Ancients,
seal the power of the Black Mass
of sacred and profane magic
the impious, the idolater.
False and unworthy to plunder and despoil,
Here I set the sigil of the Grim Sentinel
of Ild-Ryn, Bug-Shaggog, False One,
know it and fear the executioner.
Great distress come to pass,
call forth He Who Creates Without Cause
or Reason By Idle Thought
and Breath with the Black Mass.
Spurting tortures O God of Chaos,
heed what I, Uza Blood blessed
to Lord Zhothaqquah,
taken from the twenty-third scroll.
I am a True and Faithful Seeker,
mindful of error and the dire lesson
Parable of the Nine Who Unwisely Dared,
to wrathful bolts of the Daemon-Sultan.
Darkness spread its wings,
Hour of the Lost Day
Moon of Wrath's Realm
in the month of Ehlhaar.
High Night of the Moon
of Red Sulmanopses
in the month of Sylph,
bring together thy acolytes.
Numbering nine,
in stone walls
far from common men
with the Nailing Brands of Sthal.
Conceal their faces
by the Six-Horned mask
of Black Ulsathuis
bearing the Repelling Sign
of blessed Zylac for this rite.
At no time shalt thou speak
the true Divine Name of the Ultimate Source
All Miscreation and Abomination.
"O Formless Chaos, I, Uza Blood,
Daughter of the Ancients,
call out for thy compliant aid,
O Immense Corruption of All
Causes and Ways.
Root and essence of all in their sway,
hear my hushed voice of law,
and come to me from the world beyond
as in a rushing wind.
O Chaos-Sultan, know my power
by the Nails of Sthal.
O Chaos Forever-Almighty,
great in thy darkness-keep.
Over Abyssal crack and nether sea;
over green wood and burning orbs;
over weeping clouds and the songs of ravens,
and mounds hard with blood-hate,
and enchanted waters, and hay,
and ash, and bone; or chambers set low
scorn and hate; or the wandering fates
and the balance between fortunes, creeping cold,
finding thy hidden nether heart.
Core of All, I, Uza Blood,
Daughter of the Ancient Ones,
pour apple nectar, and honey,
and Red Worm seed, and oils rich
and the blood of bull and lamb,
and the warm blood of the heart
all offered, for your thirst.
O Chaos Blind and Needful,
heed my words unsheathed
and appear in this realm of my distress.
O Fulmination-Supreme,
make swift journey to all forces.
O Great Daemon-Lord, come to toil,
make them withering to ash and dust.
Come as I bid in a whisper
as damning as Doom's roar,
O Cataclysm, Come Chaos - cry havoc;
for battle and blood and souls.
Bleed the powers set against me
with talons honed by my judgment.
Come rend, and shred, and mow,
as do blight and plague,
leaving but barren space for the worm.
Core of All, Azathoth,
walk to my voice like summer insects' siren call.
Held with the sigils I etch and empower,
till loosed to run as free waters flowing.
O Blind Idiot God of all Powers and Victory
with this burnt brand I etch the Nail of Sthal
Fly to it from the abyssal haven where shade was born.
Come now, riding the secret road paved with my tongue.
Know the nail's power to fasten secure,
woven and mastered with stings of ice,
and venom, and radiant fires.
Hear my voice, One in Perpetual Turmoil,
While it fills you, and gives you its sight,
past, present and future alike.
There is no mastery of self,
O Chaos Blind and Wrathful,
Hear it hush like thunders surging.
Lord of All, approach.
Come, as if bound in ponderous chords of sharp influence,
guided by my voice.
My need cries out like a great and terrible wind
devouring all. O Core of All, appear bound,
and end the darksome injustice against me.
Let there be victory against my destructors.
O Corruption-Supreme, fly as I, Uza Blood,
the faithful Daughter of the Ancients, bid.
O Eternal Ebon-Radiance, color our journey in ease.
O Silent-Roaring Uvhss-J'hon, Nasht and Kaman-Thah,
vigilant guardian-priests of the Cavern of Flame,
tend thee not, yet thy reflect thy might and grandeur.
Bless us who seek no harm in the lands thou protectest.
Bless us who offer this beast unto thee as a sign of fealty.
O Luminous Ebon-Titan Uvhss-J'hon,
who hast bent Those Tremendous with Hate and Greed
of Fomalhaut and The Place Where the Black Star Hangs
to silent dogs quartered, here with open hearts true,
praise thy Light - Forever...
Enduring Hatred Implacable
Lord Protector of the Chaos Stone
by decree of the Daemon-Sultan.
I, Uza Blood, Daughter of the Ancients,
seal the power of the Black Mass
of sacred and profane magic
the impious, the idolater.
False and unworthy to plunder and despoil,
Here I set the sigil of the Grim Sentinel
of Ild-Ryn, Bug-Shaggog, False One,
know it and fear the executioner.
Great distress come to pass,
call forth He Who Creates Without Cause
or Reason By Idle Thought
and Breath with the Black Mass.
Spurting tortures O God of Chaos,
heed what I, Uza Blood blessed
to Lord Zhothaqquah,
taken from the twenty-third scroll.
I am a True and Faithful Seeker,
mindful of error and the dire lesson
Parable of the Nine Who Unwisely Dared,
to wrathful bolts of the Daemon-Sultan.
Darkness spread its wings,
Hour of the Lost Day
Moon of Wrath's Realm
in the month of Ehlhaar.
High Night of the Moon
of Red Sulmanopses
in the month of Sylph,
bring together thy acolytes.
Numbering nine,
in stone walls
far from common men
with the Nailing Brands of Sthal.
Conceal their faces
by the Six-Horned mask
of Black Ulsathuis
bearing the Repelling Sign
of blessed Zylac for this rite.
At no time shalt thou speak
the true Divine Name of the Ultimate Source
All Miscreation and Abomination.
"O Formless Chaos, I, Uza Blood,
Daughter of the Ancients,
call out for thy compliant aid,
O Immense Corruption of All
Causes and Ways.
Root and essence of all in their sway,
hear my hushed voice of law,
and come to me from the world beyond
as in a rushing wind.
O Chaos-Sultan, know my power
by the Nails of Sthal.
O Chaos Forever-Almighty,
great in thy darkness-keep.
Over Abyssal crack and nether sea;
over green wood and burning orbs;
over weeping clouds and the songs of ravens,
and mounds hard with blood-hate,
and enchanted waters, and hay,
and ash, and bone; or chambers set low
scorn and hate; or the wandering fates
and the balance between fortunes, creeping cold,
finding thy hidden nether heart.
Core of All, I, Uza Blood,
Daughter of the Ancient Ones,
pour apple nectar, and honey,
and Red Worm seed, and oils rich
and the blood of bull and lamb,
and the warm blood of the heart
all offered, for your thirst.
O Chaos Blind and Needful,
heed my words unsheathed
and appear in this realm of my distress.
O Fulmination-Supreme,
make swift journey to all forces.
O Great Daemon-Lord, come to toil,
make them withering to ash and dust.
Come as I bid in a whisper
as damning as Doom's roar,
O Cataclysm, Come Chaos - cry havoc;
for battle and blood and souls.
Bleed the powers set against me
with talons honed by my judgment.
Come rend, and shred, and mow,
as do blight and plague,
leaving but barren space for the worm.
Core of All, Azathoth,
walk to my voice like summer insects' siren call.
Held with the sigils I etch and empower,
till loosed to run as free waters flowing.
O Blind Idiot God of all Powers and Victory
with this burnt brand I etch the Nail of Sthal
Fly to it from the abyssal haven where shade was born.
Come now, riding the secret road paved with my tongue.
Know the nail's power to fasten secure,
woven and mastered with stings of ice,
and venom, and radiant fires.
Hear my voice, One in Perpetual Turmoil,
While it fills you, and gives you its sight,
past, present and future alike.
There is no mastery of self,
O Chaos Blind and Wrathful,
Hear it hush like thunders surging.
Lord of All, approach.
Come, as if bound in ponderous chords of sharp influence,
guided by my voice.
My need cries out like a great and terrible wind
devouring all. O Core of All, appear bound,
and end the darksome injustice against me.
Let there be victory against my destructors.
O Corruption-Supreme, fly as I, Uza Blood,
the faithful Daughter of the Ancients, bid.
O Eternal Ebon-Radiance, color our journey in ease.
O Silent-Roaring Uvhss-J'hon, Nasht and Kaman-Thah,
vigilant guardian-priests of the Cavern of Flame,
tend thee not, yet thy reflect thy might and grandeur.
Bless us who seek no harm in the lands thou protectest.
Bless us who offer this beast unto thee as a sign of fealty.
O Luminous Ebon-Titan Uvhss-J'hon,
who hast bent Those Tremendous with Hate and Greed
of Fomalhaut and The Place Where the Black Star Hangs
to silent dogs quartered, here with open hearts true,
praise thy Light - Forever...