Blood runs into the parched earth,
Sunset crowns the mountain sky,
The gore-soaked noose parts the victim’s neck,
A blue-faced sacrifice twitched twitched and
A pale corpse against the darkness,
Ages honoured in sanguine deed,
Ward off the Khan of down below,
Satiate his eternal need.
Tengri created me,
Born of charcoal & flame,
Suffocating mantle of black,
Aeons I have borne this stain.
In terror, blame me,
The seed of Tengri.
Seed of misfortune, find yourself,
Cruel temptation, curse yourself,
Weak resolve, watch yourself,
Prey to Allah, doubt yourself,
In lust & greed, steel yourself,
Cowardice & pride, calm yourself,
Murderous hatred, it’s yourself,
All your weakness, blame yourself!
For centuries I have spawned,
Birth’d all nightmare . . .
Filth of the underworld,
Swallowed without a care.
Weary, hamstrung race,
How easily you all succumb
While I smother you all.
Throbbing, spine-snapping muses possess the shamans who fill this coven. Howling out of the Pamir Mountains, Kashgar take
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