Eidolons and the Increate
Usnea
Resurrection and death breeds loyalty
I stand before the citadel
At the gate of servitude
Excruciations seek penitence
Exultant cults of eschatology
A eucharist of self-consumption
Mirroring our degeneracies
Now worship these worthless revenants
Pain befallen
Shadow mask
The blind curator
Woman condemned
A solemn mercy
Given through oblivion
Dying and dimming suns
From the pit of some dark star
Spiral into the void
Of the serpent's mouth
(Inchoate) To pick the flower of dissolution
(Initiate) A journey from torture to commiseration
(Apostate) To raise the hallowed sword
(Increate) And cast it out to the dying sun
For the battle is won
To pick the flower of dissolution