Warping foul eternity
A palace of empty eyes
Wounds that forever feed
And ache when loss is gained
Acolyte of the Abyss
On wings of grief and madness
Transcending the other side
Of infinite dimensions
Form hidden within
Tangible reality
Hermetic power slumbers
Within the shells
Séance of galvanic illusion
Rising from nowhere
Eternally abandoning bones
As I write my names
The stars go out
When all my names are scribed
Matter returns to divinity
Impression of a Soul
Yet shadow
Dead residues
Of manifestation
Now walk aloft this kingdom
On limbs unclean, unwhole
Embrace the quickening abscess
Praise hail the King of Sores
Recall the names
Let them stir and shake
Rust from their chains
Raped unto the earth
The names are writ
The stars are gone