“Follow me into the flames Take leave of your eroding remains And out from this bodily masquerade” “Out from this cold Staleness and warmth …Into the void Into the astral embrace The end of your strains; The shadowless plane awaits “So come forth, my servant: Let us hereby commence The cleansing of the air!” Meanwhile in its mold, the flesh lies still Coldly waiting for its weight to descend in the deep Yet further in the waste behind those eyes The fragments seek, like moths seek flames To immaterialize… and shatter away In a requiem of pale voices A funerary anointment for the deceased A ceremony foregone within To disband of earthly chains Across thresholds black, in effulgent halos’ glare As an invitation back into the fleshless herd Disguised in muted voices, in otherworldly prayers The redeemer sounds the bell to sanctify the air …Upon the d**h of form diffusing into the state of nonbeing “Embrace me, o son of sacred spirit Embrace me like a vial must embrace the weight of wine And observe as we degenerate the altar Set fire to the mercurial veils between all times Thirsty and unfeeling, my coven lies We shall strike down and lacerate with ever-hungry knives Drink the blood of the heart, gouge out the eyes And separate the limbs, for now thou must stand and rise In d**h undying, to face and receive the divine” In the cleansing of the air Dissolution absolute Exorcism of the shape The carca** thriving With the strangest of fruit …Thus sounds the bell its solemn tone As one embarks for home