Sisters Of Rapture And Pestilence - Ofermod

Intoxicate, corrupt, putrefy

With your liscious saliva

My weak flesh

Let fever, pestilence and plague consume

My mortal bones

I suckle the infernal milk from your nipple, o' glorious Putänä

And won’t bear Krsna fear but I will gorge on your poison

It is the alchemy of becoming which even gods fear

In demonic communion we share the fluid of eternity — hail to thee o' yätudhäni!

Eat of me, drink of me

You seven sisters of lust and suffering

Drink of my semen so that you may grow it in your wombs

And return it to me in divinity

I’ll bear your disease o' Sitala and I’ll see it erupt from my skin

As this is the cleansing of my karma

I won’t suffer it but I’ll burn it at your feet

Because I wander the path of a-dharma and I walk among corpses, skulls and

ghosts

I kiss the breasts of your sisters and I caress their skin

They lead me through the mysteries of union, death and communion

I give them my blood and they drip theirs in my thirsty mouth

And my mortality dissolves as dust in the wind of eternity

Eat of me, drink of me

You seven sisters of sensuality and blood

Drink of my semen and mold it in acausal space

And return it to me in divinity

In the depth of your black eyes I change my spirit

As Siva I’ll be, and in the pride of my phallus I’ll create anew

Through you I transform

My brides, my lovers, my mothers

In dark dreaming and in waking stare

In temples and among the pasu

I consecrate your name

Eat of me, drink of me

You seven sisters of death and creation

Drink of my semen, recreate it in your alchemical cave

And return it to me in divinity

Saptamätykäs, bringers of pleasure and pain

I hail you, my seven mothers

I hail you, my sixteen Yoginis

I hail you, self-beheaded one