Feeding the Breeding Mother

The cold dark stone is covered with young mortal blood
A sacrifice for having contact with a blackened god
I can’t resist
I am her cultist
With her slime dripping mouths she’s whispering to me:
«I am the mistress of twilight and mutation
My gift is undying wrath
Call me Shub Niggurath»
Feeding the breeding mother to satisfy her hunger
My soul is a feast for the black goat of the woods
All-mother with her 1000 young has chosen me
Her love has changed my life
A loss of humanity
I can’t resist
I am her cultist
I sacrifice my soul for immortality
«I am the mistress of twilight and mutation
My gift is undying wrath
Call me Shub Niggurath»
Feeding the breeding mother to satisfy her hunger
My soul is a feast for the black goat of the woods
Her children are dancing around me
Howling through the night
Whipping me towards her direction to indicate this painful rite
Drawing off my blood drenched skin
The ritual is ready
Let it begin
«I am the mistress of twilight and mutation
My gift is undying wrath
Call me Shub Niggurath»
Feeding the breeding mother to satisfy her hunger
My soul is a feast for the black goat of the woods