The Ritual

The gusting winds, smell of the trees
I know what lives here
And I fear it well

Purgatory
Extended life at the cost of the screams of
Those who are sacrificed
Kneel before it
Bastard son of Loki, we do not say
Its name out loud

One of the Jötunn
It breathes nightmares to my dreams
And horrific visions

Kneel before it
Bastard son of Loki, we do not say its name

Reign of a monstrosity
A grotesque god
Abomination, the Moder
Silhouette of a colossal
Bow down

Multilimbed
Severed torso, severed torso
Fusioned half man

I see survival is
Futiled in this desecrated land
Escape I will not find
Kneel or impalement
These are the only rituals

Worship me
The immortal aging, live with me
Tortured endlessly
I am Moder