Burning Sigils, Blackened Harvest

Come forth into the light, curious traveler
On this blessed night, we gather by fire
The stars are aligned, this is the hour
Old runes read the signs
Blood moon rises to rend the heavens

Vengeful Beacon
Behold
His time has come
At last

Disciples close in and surround
Restrained, you're pinned to the ground
His strength is our strength
You writhe but your limbs are bound
Hot iron pressed hard to leave his mark
Cursed flesh born anew
Hoisted and staked by the flames
They chant in tongues and call his name
All hail great Asag
Atop your head they placed a crown
Adorned with skin, teeth, and bones
Dark blood drips down your brow
Now anointed by his nameless ones

Hear us
Lord of blight and endless night
Take this sow
As your vessel to cross into the living world
Bring us honor
Bestow us with knowledge
Reveal your wealth of secrets
Crush those who oppose us
With drought and famine

You feel it, his presence is taking over
Your body, convulsing with malice and power
Visions of horror and eons of torture
You watch in terror as the light fades to black

I have come
Bow before me
I am death
Everlasting
I am
Emptiness