Feast of the Manes

Come unto me Seraphim de Sopor Sec ulum
 I offer my flesh and blood that I may pluck a feather from the wings of the Angel of Death
 May it be a quill with which I scribe the forms of thy sacred names
 From the sanguine of my heart and open the gates to the labyrinth beyond slumber and death
 Relinquishing my corporeal form to shadow as I will pass beyond in luminous form
 With serpent tongue I summon those shades that would taste of the gifts of the living
 I, psychopomp to the agape of the stygian maze
 But one star shines tenebrous upon these colossal depths
 Nefarious pulsing Daemon's Head, risen in culmination above the atramentous wastes
 Sup upon these vestments I cast away, oh shambling eidolons and shadow forms of murk and drear
 And lay bare the knowledge unbegotten of any god
 I ride the currents of Erebus upon ebon wings into aphonic gulfs unending
 As a star new born I have become
 A beacon in the abyss