Eightfold Conjuration from Ecclisia Hereticus by Grimsteed

I, scholar of the vetoed sect
Catalyst upon the stars to rend,
Bring the baleful gods wrath to thee
In repose of an altar defiled by greed

The son leaves his masters awe behind
Doors will unlock a new pantheon to find
The true lords of war, pestilence, excess, and time,
the anathema does not see the truth

Nine will become agents of doom,
Nine will forswear the fate that looms
Nine Archangels of a cosmic renaissance
Nine sons of the anathema become
Nine bretheren lords of cursed legions
Nine astartes, heathen, warriors
Nine blessed by their ruinous masters
Nine traitors, to a doomed imperium...

Father! Thou hast decived me!
Imperiator! The name of treachery!
Brothers! Heed my call!
Retribution! The kingdom must fall!

War! The galaxy in flames!
Pestilence! They shall know my name!
Excess! Cast aside thy shame!
Time! Upon these tides shall change!


So it is,
And So it shall be
A path laid out
Cursed choirs rally to me
Cosmic flux

The void spwan are birthed
What was once fogged by ambition
Now resplendant In radiant mirth

Nine will become agents of doom,
Nine will forswear the fate that looms
Nine Archangels of a cosmic renaissance
Nine sons of the anathema become...

A new crusade's time is nigh
Bring forth the malice, behold the eye
The many against the few
but All I ever wanted was the truth...

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