Speak not of the gods to me They listen not to the suffering Speak not to me of divine mercy When my eyes see only pestilence Famine and death Speak not to me of the profane When the truth of our existence Is called blasphemy And the smoke of plague ridden human carcasses Blackens the horizon Speak no more of wandering unclean spirits Lest they be called by the sound of their names Speak not of forsaking the elder ones I must now seek instead their unholy embrace Speak instead the chants of protection Against the coming of endless swarms of devouring fiends Against the dreaded black clouds of churning hatred Against the malevolence which descends from the sky Against countless voracious messengers of retribution Swarming the innocent, and the wicked Lest he who is lord of the demons of the wind Of the evil spirits which infest the air Who layeth hold even unto death Covereth thee with legions Of winged terrors Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to Cast Out Evil Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to Cast Out Evil Speak not of the gods unto me The hear not the screams Of the dying Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to Cast Out Evil Evil to protect thee from evil Speak not unto me Of the sins of mankind When my eyes see only the evil of the gods Evil to protect thee from evil Evil to Cast Out Evil Evil to Cast Out Evil