Six Howls To The Moon

Despair.
Before this, the darkest hour.
Find light reversed and cold;
melt away your heart.
Feed on the savageries of man;
put forth your steel.

Dig.
Dig deep into the abyss of the innocent heart.
Wipe the flesh with blood.

Taste the ages;
though they do wretchedly stench the air.
Permeating,
passing forth disease, rot, and death.

Six howls to the moon;
Six Souls to the grave.

Move yonder past the heels of dogs;
past the eyes of man.

With flesh to wood,
and blood from stone;
gather,
for the Feast of the Unknown.