today i kill a rhythm. today i make my leviathan prayer! today i ask with a mouth full of buzzing flies, that all the putrid names be burned, that all the names with souls be cut away til only their spirit lay exposed. and i could only hope my name be enough of a vessel to send mine own demonlord screaming across the endless void for the taste of my spilled blood.


until that day i lie in wait, crouched and ready to receive the infernal absence, until i feel Leviathan breath upon my neck, as It takes Its rightful place above me— And Oh My God How It Shall Fill Me Up With Fire When I Am Made Small And My Prince of Hell Lays Waste To Everything Until then, I pass this on to you, on behalf of mine abyssal Lord, Prick thy finger and hear my archon's hymn In the sound of thy flowing blood— Let my prayer tell you Who You Are: Fear! — for you are fear incarnate, fear receptant — Loathing! — for you are only meant to burn — Death! — for you do not deserve the gift of life— Give all thy blood to the High Leviathan And sing softly as We devour you whole.