In tongues

Struggling captives dragged to their deaths
Lay them down with naked skin exposed

Bound and gagged shackled to the altar
Congregation chanting words of power

In tongues they speak to open the gates
And raise the banished spirits, ancients rise once more
Splayed torso dripping with gore and demons gather
Massed below to gorge themselves on the dead

Mangled corpses tossed from the temple walls
A piled mountain of limbs

Awakened from an ageless sleep
Timeless ones stir to kill and mutilate