Unceremonial - The Blackest Craft

Enshrouding darkness, enveloping miasma
Obsidian stones' weight upon the tome
The litany is spoken, the blooded token is placed
A lambent glow alights as stars are magnified

In black of night, when ensconced torches ignite
A spear of bone is thrust from cold stone
An aeon in void with growing wrath against life
An army unearthed, reanimation - War!

The birth of cosmic evil, primordial annihilation
Slice open the womb and let us spill forth!
The air it hums as the gateway appears
The febrile gash gives way to daemonic wrath

The binding spell complete, will run its course
The casters withered arm lowers, putrefied

Blood
Fire
Corrupting
Death

The blackest craft is born aloft ebony wings
High among the windswept crags, fire-swept clean, draconic dreams

The binding spell complete, has run its course
Another world has fallen to cinder and dust