The Dust and Darkness
At nightfall she begins her journey, darkness envelopes a world of terror. Allani, Sun Goddess of the Underworld, holy unto the cult of the invisible road. Into the Sinapsi temple, Mother of the Dark Earth, I enter the Gates to the Black Art of Necromancy. I pour libations of wine and blood into the pit, drink deep and invigorate your fanged throats long silenced in the grave. Hear my words and rise from the Netherworld, the Dark Earth envelopes all flesh yet the Ghosts remain hungry...thirsting for life and libations of the living drawn to our ancestral, ancient cult. Dark Earth, the pit of Api is the gateway. Necromantical inspiration and the darksome honor of the Hittite and Canaanite dead, let us drink the blood spilt in our Vampiric names.
Submitted by NecroGod — Apr 26, 2025
The Gods go down to the palace of Allani, down to the Dark Netherworld they go to her feast. She slaughters 10,000 cattle before Tessub, let the blood inspire our feast. Sun-goddess of Arinna, vast majesty of a shadowed visage long enthroned as blazing light and darkness. Across vast wilderness and desert lands your Name of Power, Suwala, Goddess of the devouring abode of Deathless Hunger. Sheol was named in your ancient majesty. Alanni who is the goddess bringing life in a solar mask of light. Eres, from the Netherworld we rise in vampiric shapes and nocturnal forms.
Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 26, 2025
Long ago turned from the mass of humanity, worthless as to the slaughter. My blazing light devoured the weakened slaves of Yahweh, I reign in war. Give me the dedication of 7,000 victims spilling blood to bathe my glorious and shining star of the morning. Chemosh I am known, many names in the ruins of time. Into the place of the dust and darkness, I am the horned bull of bloodbathing, I am corpselike before you, owls tear at flesh in the darkness of my night. Zizzu-wa Kamatu, clothed like back birds of prey in the vast Netherworld, Irkalla! Kemosh of the Dust and Darkness, waiting for you to remember my name when life slips away. Come to me, I desire the blood and soul to invigorate my shadow from dreaming as the dead. Herem! Herem! Moabite ecstasies in warlust! Dedicate them to me, blood spilt in joy! Kemosh of the Dust and Darkness!
Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 26, 2025
Drinking the life force of the shades, libations of blood giving vitality to reach into the world of the living. Suwala, reaching into the world of flesh to drink and consume life, nothing escapes her and the Lord of Sheol. Eres, from the Netherworld we rise in vampiric shapes and nocturnal forms. Drinking the life force of the shades, libations of blood giving vitality to reach into the world of the living.
Submitted by Pestilence — Apr 26, 2025