Womb Of The Cursed Black Earth

Black dragons dance around me
Serpentine darkness takes over me
Your fury rips my flesh with hellish lust
Your Arcanes cross the windows of my soul

Walking through this cursed Black Land
Where instinct screams loudly in every cell of my being
Inside the womb that generates misfortunes and malformations
The incandescent Black Light burns deep in me

In the mysterious cave inhabits the sacred viper
The Chthonic Tiller, Lady of Nahemoth
Watering this profane soil with crimson blood
And luxuriously spawning demonic creatures

The seductive Black Goddess silently loosens the bonds
That attach me to the flesh and roots of clay
I see that I am slowly approaching half-open gates
The path of rupture of the vessel and awakening of the inner flame