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"Νεκρονομικόν, Image of all Dead." Incantationibus

Etymology: νεκρός ‎(nekrós, “corpse”),
νόμος ‎(nómos, “law”), εικών (eikṓn, “image”)

Νεκρονομικόν (Necronomicon) you
are the Book that in is written all
that is dead, yet will live; even now
devoid of, your revitalizing essence
is blowing... fueled by 10,000 years
of shackled conformity

Cold and bone-chilling, your gaunt
and malcontent intent is growing;
by the Keres your severe and your
gnawing vengeance will be released
to go forth and placate even though
there will be nothing that'll soon sate;

Save for the blood-letting of unfettered
rage that on an global-scale is let loose
to go avenge through the quenching of
the thirst of Hel whose appetite though
never filled can be assuaged

Within your necrotic arcane leaves
are the soulless shadows of what's
been bled; emptied but still no rest

Each inscription in you engraved is the
scribe of an life that's been fucked and
by the self-proclaimed holy ones enslaved;
so now, grafted into your destiny, those
who once existed subserviently to the
whims of the fucking religious self-appointed
hierarchy, are partakers in your manifesting
day of reckoning

These pages whereupon have been through
desire transcribed what once was, also
foresee and foreshadow with voracious glee
what is to be

This medium not at all created by men
with conventional methods of middle-ages
printing presses that record for the purpose
of preservation and documentation, etches
not in parchment that can be altered or
burned at their commands to conceal the
horrid truth, but utilizes necrotic flesh for its
canvas that never forgets the abuse that its
been through, but anticipates its day of all
recompense when it'll release its greatest
vengeance and fathomless primordially-evil
cthonic dances

Every line; every word, daemonically inspired;
incarnated into the ravenous tortured soul
through violence and willful rebellion of pride,
come full-circle so to be the living offense, vulgarly
displayed and gloating in the dead canvas of
once living but now, altogether sub-humane skin

Arcane knowledge being drafted-up to this end;
desperately wanton desire of baring an image of
the soon to be resurrected underworld when the
dead walk the earth;

Risen-up from it's distensible bowels and catacombs
that are nigh unto maturation and the bringing forth
of death in the earth to sanctify its quantum calculations,
that have been approaching  for centuries and ages this
inescapable culmination

* "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
   arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
   quć ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
   deuicti"

  "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
   arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
   quć ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
   deuicti"

* ("Arise Oh dead that are chained in your prisons;
    through the arcane incantations, come forth and
    in the land of men seize your once rightful places
    that by the self-appointed new Gods were
    subjugated") x2

Νεκρονομικόν (Necronomicon) thou most hallowed of
sub-supernal records that's been inked into within and
without with the blood of the sold-out betrayed souls dealt
with treacherously, and delivered unto thee for the price
of eternal damnation, chant forth rhythmically your
hidden knowledge once taught to men by the ones
fallen; cast-out, not for their offence of pride and hubris
that self-appointed ministers of an most high lie taught
us with an misplaced and ignorant accusation of heretical
noncompliance concerning an deity by which we were
unto endued with the power to be as he then we were laid
hold upon violently and silenced from continuing to speak
their language of arcane things

Set free; release from the deep; birth forth
thou "Oh Leviathan," ancient serpent your
wisdom that was muted so as to not utter
your forked-tongues worth undisputed; which
in even itself not representative of an,
"Oh-so-wicked Seducing Being;" but, of an
entity who has been given freely and privily of
the secrets of the earthen and of the realms
of existence metaphysically

Which they themselves are meant to be mingled
so as to be "ONE," and not separate, so that in
men omnipotence and omniscience meet and
create the image of eternal deity, effectively placing
us through their predetermined conjugation, our lied
about rightful seat

So, unto those who have been pillaged and made a
spoil of in the earth; who have of their rights and also
their self-worth been raped and bereaved I say through
incantation of  Νεκρονομικόν (Necronomicon) unto you:

* "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
   arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
   quć ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
   deuicti"

  "Surge Oh vinciunt mortuos qui in carceribus;
   arcane per incantationes existit et in terra,
   quć ad se rapiunt ius ingruent novos Deos
   deuicti"

* ("Arise Oh dead that are chained in your prisons;
    through the arcane incantations, come forth and
    in the land of men seize your once rightful places
    that by the self-appointed new Gods were
    subjugated") x2
 
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