A disquieting presence pierces my soul
Speaking through flesh, sends chills to my bones An agony howling from beyond the mist
In contorted tongues, a portent is wist
A slighted pariah, cast from your home Dragging my coffin, mine carrion throne
From which I command you, purveyor of dread With vicious resolve, requite the dead
I know your voice well
How lost I’ve been in your absence
Speak
Speak to me, o formless muse
Guide
Guide mine pitiless hand to their throats
Let their rot spill forth and nourish the roots
As you sing to me from beneath the soil
With your vengeful hands, turn me from the sun
Blind my eyes so that I may never to see the light again
Halcyon visions fade
Into sweet nothingness
Their comforting glow drowning Submerged in a ruinous bile
Your voice is calling
A vengeful siren’s wail
A mournful hymn from below Invocate none other than I
A forlorn thrall
Slighted by the three
Turned vile messenger
Whose voice brings eternal stillness