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Take of this cup of Tartarus

The yearning to reach the plane

Results in folly of excess

And hell itself flows through my veins

Show me the way, O dealer of death

Drag me down to the darkest pit

Where harpies pluck at blinded eyes

And unholy commands are spoken

In incomprehensible tongues

Incomparable sensation

The elixir takes hold

The silence grips my tongue

Beckoned to blaspheme

I unite with the force

That launches me

To possessive planes

Denied visual clarity for illuminated sanctity

All thoughts manifest as deified speech

Dead to the outside, this is my kingdom now

"Do as I command and may my words become flesh"

The apex of the fall is reached

And I reign in the unknown

Void my life

Void my home

Void my name

Tongues no man is equipped to hear

Beckon to follow

They command with guiding hands

And I absorb realities of lost world

Neither alive nor dead

Acorporeal

Furies envelop

Surrounded by the nameless

Eyes plucked with unforgiving talons

Any speech silenced by sanguine obstruction

I have no throat

And I must scream

Awakened I am

In forever sleep