Vorrak

Intro (Spoken in the dim glow of guttering candlelight, before an altar of bone and ash. The faithful kneel upon the cold earth, their voices rising in a slow, rhythmic chant.) “Vorrak, Devourer of Flesh, Sovereign of the Hollowed Host, We summon you from the depths of the silent tomb! Your hunger is endless, your will is law, And all shall be stripped to the purity of bone!” (The congregation lifts skeletal effigies, tracing symbols in the dust.) “By the breaking of flesh, by the rattling of skulls, We offer you tribute, O Lord of the Forsaken! Feast upon the marrow of the fallen, Drink deep the decay of the unworthy, For all shall bow before the grinding jaws of time!” (A ceremonial dagger is drawn, cutting a shallow wound upon the palm—offering blood, the precursor to bone.) “Take of us, Vorrak! Claim our shells, our sinew, our breath! We are but fleeting shadows upon the eternal crypt, And only through you shall we know true eternity!” (A moment of silence as the blood drips onto the altar, then a final, resounding chant.) “May our bones be your throne, may our dust be your crown! Vorrak, Vorrak, Vorrak! Hunger without end!”