Incantation - Propitiation

Weeping matrons bow at the dawn
Groveling upon a path withdrawn
Second death fire starts churning
Throes in frenzy inspires the blazing
Pillars of four vagrant tribes once swore
Bull of the east flame permits
The souls release

Infants are fuel
Servants to the bestial
Gods ruinous flock
Indulging the hunger of moloch

Dispossess what you bore
Brilliance of suffering Illuminates the night

Smother the sky
With the ashes of plight
Charred remains once offspring
Is his delight