Heresiarch - Atlantean Kodex

He’s the Heresiarch — even the spirits of the oaks heed his word

And so from the wells of night to the yawning gulfs of space

Ever the praises of his name shall resound

Thus spoke the Heresiarch — Enthroned in clouds and fire

When the seven suns align down the oniys steps he strides

Roaming alone in black aether, looking for antideluvean knowledge

Written in the kodex of Atalant forlorn

Heresiarch!

Saint of the streets and whores

Bringer of fire and force — Heresiarch!

Heresiarch!

God of the sevenfold veil

Light on the warriors blade, oh bringer of plagues!

Go out among mend and find the gates, that he in the void may know

To his messenger must all things, things be told

And he shall put on the semblence of men, the waxen mask and the robe that hides

And come down from the world of seven suns

Great messenger, oh bringer of death,

Father of the million young, unholy stalker among the lambs

Strike with fury, oh thousand face moon

Come, oh vengeful, to our holy rite — a knife and a chalice — the sacrifice

begins

Gorgo!

Mormo!

Wanderer on the wildest winds!

Look favourably upon our Saturnalia

So the rite begins tonight!

Heresiarch!

Murderer without mercy

Lightbringer of the damned — Heresiarch!

Heresiarch!

Flame in elysian garden

God of the vengeful blessed, oh groom of night!

Oh brilliant one who wanders the black abyss

Crawl forth from the tombs of holocaust

Oh thousandfaced moon, oh doom of lost Atalant

Wading mid corpses through cities of dust

Oh monarch of mayhem, oh mindreaping messenger

Rise from the birges and wailing of psalms

Oh pestilent force, to vanquish the veils of night

To rave and to rape and to rip and to rend