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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 see the light again

Halcyon visions fade

Into sweet nothingness

Their comforting glow drowning

Submerged in 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