On through the sleeper’s lair… This vestibule of bones The dream-like lion’s den His serpentine abode A way one only fares At lucidity’s end And the d**h of comprehension – The sleeper’s time of wake A convict of coercing silence Trapped I am, inside these bowels rendered dead and timeless Gatekeeper: how long must my shade still lengthen? “Ceaselessly… until thou findst redemption at His altar” Pledge thy vow… without retreating thy glance Kneel and bow… with purest obeisance In the dead of the night… succumb to the cult By the k**er’s sight… thy blood is bound to halt Absorbed by that which calls me, voicelessly The dread that lies beyond what my eyes can see… Restlessly, like waiting for an axe To take a swing and chop my head off I squirm and tremble Is this where I shall witness my last? Is this the way my days are bound to pa** away; In despair and solemnly aghast? A black chime airs, paving way for an ungodly ma** The hour drawing nigh, I feel it in my bones It’s calling me inside… the nightmare’s heart and soul To doze the violent dreams in the sleeper’s stead – The predator unchained from its depths My path leads on through honeycombed flesh corridors My vanquished soul in this living d**h’s undertow; In desolation, my ashen lips in an averse moan I lay down on a stone with bloodstains …My eyes ‘come heavier And into the night my struggling fades My bane in this ritual deep inside my brain A whisper the knife that cuts the weak bonds Of rapture and pure agony …The lion roars