Hastor the Shepard Gaunt

Welcome, child! To the gala of everlasting indulgence I am the penchant chief "Kosmn Bhahtaq" Address me by my name Come now! Satiate your carnal appetites More then enough to go around Won't you partake in the festivities? Accept this liquid offering Psychotropic secretions of the gods Behold the glory of Hccula We revel in her honor I grasp the sacred chalice Toast to the divine In the wake of the fallen realm Where the spirits lie Why don't you come on home? With a mere curiosity I beckon light Why don't you come on home? It's the stuff of nightmares And I try not to think about it I've had enough I don't even care anymore I just want it to stop Rise Call the Shepard Rise Cull the herd Rise Call the Shepard Rise Cull the herd It's the stuff of nightmares And I try not to think about it I've had enough I don't even care anymore I just want it to stop You think that this is all just circumstance I'll have you know that this is intentional The herdsman bellowed incantations Sucked us sunken in his slate Gloomy shade brains Wet with crimson rain With vacant starless eyes