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