Sisters Of Rapture And Pestilence-Ofermod

Sisters Of Rapture And Pestilence - Ofermod Intoxicate, corrupt, putrefy With your liscious saliva My weak flesh Let fever, pestilence and plague consume My mortal bones I suckle the infernal milk from your nipple, o' glorious Putänä And won't bear Krsna fear but I will gorge on your poison It is the alchemy of becoming which even gods fear In demonic communion we share the fluid of eternity - hail to thee o' yätudhäni! Eat of me, drink of me You seven sisters of lust and suffering Drink of my semen so that you may grow it in your wombs And return it to me in divinity I'll bear your disease o' Sitala and I'll see it erupt from my skin As this is the cleansing of my karma I won't suffer it but I'll burn it at your feet Because I wander the path of a-dharma and I walk among corpses, skulls and ghosts I kiss the breasts of your sisters and I caress their skin They lead me through the mysteries of union, death and communion I give them my blood and they drip theirs in my thirsty mouth And my mortality dissolves as dust in the wind of eternity Eat of me, drink of me You seven sisters of sensuality and blood Drink of my semen and mold it in acausal space And return it to me in divinity In the depth of your black eyes I change my spirit As Siva I'll be, and in the pride of my phallus I'll create anew Through you I transform My brides, my lovers, my mothers In dark dreaming and in waking stare In temples and among the pasu I consecrate your name Eat of me, drink of me You seven sisters of death and creation Drink of my semen, recreate it in your alchemical cave And return it to me in divinity Saptamätykäs, bringers of pleasure and pain I hail you, my seven mothers I hail you, my sixteen Yoginis I hail you, self-beheaded one