Eidolons and the Increate - Usnea

Resurrection and death breeds loyalty

I stand before the citadel

At the gate of servitude

Excruciations seek penitence

Exultant cults of eschatology

A Eucharist of self-consumption

Mirroring our degeneracies

Now worship these worthless revenants

Pain befallen

Shadow mask

The blind curator

Woman condemned

A solemn mercy

Given through oblivion

Dying and dimming suns

From the pit of some dark star

Spiral into the void of the serpent’s mouth

Inchoate

To pick the flower of dissolution

Initiate

A journey from torture to commiseration

Apostate

To raise the hallowed sword and cast it out to the dying sun

Increate

For the battle is won