» Mon Feb 01, 2016 2:13 am "O' Malacath, whose sphere is the spurned
and the ostracised, I desire that
those who oppose my kin are burned
from the almighty fires - coloured so black.
I wish that those who spit curses at my kin
have appropriate justice from your will
and that their bodies are turned outside in
so that their bones can be ground in our mill.
O' Father, protect us from their prying eyes,
their taunting voices and their blatant heresy
that is the source of their numerous lies -
Give us your strength to make them beg for mercy.
You are our one and only master -
For you make our muscles stronger,
and our heart beat ever faster
and our teeth grow forever longer."
Lugk Agumbuk / Borgakh Agumbuk, 4E 201
