Petrichor

Petrichor, the odor of gods, Mighty scent, which overlord lauds. When you come our lives begin again Torn by thunder, you born in blessed rain. Strike me straight, I'm dignified now To pronounce my Petrichoral vow. And I am sanctified son of the gods and everyone who’s gone I am an angel, I am voice, I am the god of my own choice. Petrichor, the odor of gods, Take my life in the name of our lords. I am ready, the journey shall begin. I am now the Petrichor within.

Submitted by Corpse Grinder — Nov 10, 2025