Hymn to Qayin by the Yam Suph

Breathe the air,
Oh Cain my kin,
Breathe the air,
Stench, heave it in.

Chava, Chava,Lil'yath,
See her now beside the Sea,
Dancing naked,
Cleft for thee.

Red waters flow,
The reeking Crow,
Under hill and barrow,
Take, my field is fallow.

Ye, me and I,
Seen through thine eye,
Emptied and dried,
Swollen black inside.

Empty me brother,
Reach deep in thy core,
Reach down to me brother,
And mount the Red Whore.

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