Endogenous Polypharmaceutical Communion Rite of the Oracular Virgin Priestess lyrics

You control the streams, the uncivilized sea You are hot with wine as on distant hilltops You bind bistonian women's hair With a knot of vipers that does no harm She delights in her ionic dancing And even now She knows all the tricks Biochemical engineering staged As a profound religious performance Ritual exchange of fluids Between priestess and novitiate Vipera ammodytes, mandragora Amanita and porphura Autumn crocus, herba apollinaris Nectar and ambrosia The night is starless And the girl has donned A pitch-black mantle She is like a sweatshop Churning out colchic poisons Sero-purulent discharge Atop a venomous scarlet beast Bearing the name mystery Her effluence Containing innumerable Physiologically active compounds A biological synthesizer Of sacred communal substances Sexually explicit dances And ecstatic songs Incantations culminating In forced ejaculation Of the physically restrained Psychotic and semi-paralyzed patient Deprived of the consumption Of her excreta, the rite is fatal Her shrieks resound in the ear canal Signal the body by specific frequencies To produce corresponding antibodies Presented with the sacrificial victim She gives a deadly cry And scatters the sacred objects Of the God of frenzy Madness possesses her And quickly enters the others As the victim tries to escape Roaring like a lioness She tears off his head With inhuman strength While her handmaidens Wrench off his shoulders One by one His flesh parcelled out Amongst them As they feast upon his body The priestess sacrifices his genitalia To cybele Cultic zealots Inspired in psychosis By holy violence and scopolamine Re-enact this cannibalism in trance Young in the darkness like a dream Like children they fill their hands With their own flesh Serving it like food Holding out their entrails In armfuls of compassion The fire is hidden beneath her skirt Applications of naptha and aproxis And many a substance Which puts constraint upon Natural process Souls living Still in charge of their own limbs Buried in her tomb Funerals she has brought back From the grave Reversing the procession Corpses have escaped from death Black and putrid liquid Trickling through the limbs With congealed slime She awaits the bites of wolves To grab the bodies from their dry throats Nor does she refrain from murder If she requires living blood Which bursts out when throat is slit Or if her funeral feast demands Still-quivering organs And when she needs a determined spirit She herself creates ghosts Every human death to her advantage Mutilating the head Opening up the mouth With her teeth Biting off the tip of the tongue Pouring mumbles into icy lips Opening up the corpse's chest With fresh wounds Filling it with boiling blood The innards washed off Applying generous doses Of lunar poison The final ingredient: Her voice More potent than any drug Jumbled noises Jarring Utterly discordant Raising her head and foaming lips A disembodied consciousness emerges Dreading to enter the innards and entrails Ruptured by a fatal wound At once the frozen blood grows hot Warming the blackened wounds The lungs quiver And marrow disaccustomed Steals new life Mixed with death Uncovered eyes with gaping stare The look of someone not yet living Already in the process of dying Yet stunned by their arrival in the world The zombi Prophesies as she commands Questions answered With impossible accuracy By a clinically dead body The guilty multitude Demands the fields of the blest As black death sweeps blindly Women childless, fields barren The lord of the stagnant realm Opens wide his pale abodes Broken rocks and hard steel For shackles– Unburied, unsung, unhallowed By the rites– Prepare the punishment For the conqueror The task of the ghost fulfilled Additional drugs are needed For the corpse Unable to be regained To finally And completely Die Approaching the gates of death One foot across the threshold Of hell's dark empress Yet permitted to return alone To my body By a chemical pathway In presence of the extradimensional Traversing through the elements Atop a funeral pyre Amidst the night Like constellation Alter the flow of time Midnight is shining with the lunar Sun The girl removes her mantle Claws hooked like a bird of omen singing A sphinx, shrieking, screaming Death Become the aion Emit the night Into the dimension Beyond the flow of time Bound within the coils Of the orphic egg Now let the paidiska Invoke the beast The taste of milk and blood upon my lips Awakens me from the great depths A sleep that was a kind of death Sweet enzymic melodies Flowing through my blood stream Supplicate my mind To emerge Εύα Sweet enzymic melodies Dancing through my blood stream The taste of milk and blood upon my lips Awakens me from the great depths Pours out my mind anew into this Starless ambrosial night Mitera khaos Do I summon you with mouth Sufficiently abominable and polluted? Do I ever chant these spells Without consuming human entrails? How many times have I cut out breasts Filled with deity and washed them With warm brains? Are there no unborn fetuses Who laid their head and heart Upon your dishes?