The Ritual

The gusting winds, smell of the trees I know what lives here And I fear it well Purgatory Extended life at the cost of the screams of Those who are sacrificed Kneel before it Bastard son of Loki, we do not say Its name out loud One of the Jötunn It breathes nightmares to my dreams And horrific visions Kneel before it Bastard son of Loki, we do not say its name Reign of a monstrosity A grotesque god Abomination, the Moder Silhouette of a colossal Bow down Multilimbed Severed torso, severed torso Fusioned half man I see survival is Futiled in this desecrated land Escape I will not find Kneel or impalement These are the only rituals Worship me The immortal aging, live with me Tortured endlessly I am Moder