The Heart of Discord at Birth

Scourge Liturgy----


To the Titan of Flesh; the Heart of Discord at Birth

The cauldron of my brother’s cruelty has born its first and beloved child!
A heart; an organ pulsing twain his breast and bone
Discord harrowed; chaos pathways carved! The beating softly drums, a babe in sin is born.

Can the Heart of Discord be contained?
O that it might well over!
What hems in the insanity but the existence of the ignorant?

Those who do not know shall be cast into the light,
But so dark is that light—that blackened heart!
It shall dig for them a grave as the blood of dusk seeps slowly into nightfall.

"Your flesh is a host, a gathering of the innocent;
Your soul is a swarm, a hive of weak fodder;
Your heart is a choir, a clarion of my cruelty."

-Mardraum, Pontifex Maximus