Embodiment of Onslaught

Mortality, ritualistically, fed to the gaping maw within the oldest obsidian ruins. Dark etchings depicting vast sacrifical boons for reasons most pathetic, banal. The desire-the Old God subjugating each standing before swallowed, is to be pitied. Existence...

Carved with the utmost ecstacy, Bliss of the highest divinity Struck down, clubbed by chance And stricken with hammers Until limbs became paste This was just a taste My executions impartial, Female or male even child morsels Another doll of viscera to des...