I can see through the Severed Head
The Head of the Death-Walker
The Head Who speaks to spirits
Permeating the Nine Worlds
I can speak through the torn-through Tongue
Of the Seer of the Sacrifice
Imerge and disintegrate into the current of the Godhead
I break the curse
I spill the Blood
Into the well
The well of Wyrd
To the Skulls of Hades
To the Ariel Tollhouse Wards
I proclaim Death Death worthy of my worship
The Arm of the Oblation
Torn by Wolf’s teeth
Pulls entrails of rot from festering stomachs
To hang the Primordial Oathbreaker
I break the curse I spill the Blood Into the well The well of Wyrd