Death Throes of the Beast

Where I come from
 it's custom
(customary tender)
 to pay off your debts in blood
the fifth of October
 is the first of November
 and so was born the Horn
 at the end of September

I can't refuse to kill myself
I can't deny the devil has come for his due
I can't retain this soiled soul
Unless I blast the shards off into you

I am simply a sh*t dispenser
disposal and discharge hole
gather up your sadness
devour each last shred of
sordid madness whole
shift inside but never age
all hidden sights
of the half-blind mage
salted circle
 sanguinary
trianglular
 the sanctuary
 the pentagram
 and pentacle
 sword and censor
 lapis lazuli
 Thee, I Invoke
 Headless One
 abraxasabrahadabra