Spell Of Miserable Incantation

Winds that echo the swan song everlasting,

Carry my soul away,

Through unfathomable dimensions of inverted matter,

And infinite worlds of decay,

Here, I am abandoned upon a dying star,

Between two dark moons,

Where I build my temples.... From the bones of the dead,

Here I remain in catatonic transcendence,

Murmuring rites and rituals in tongues,

I wish my blood to be absorbed by the dust of the ethereal spheres,

Enshrined, I watch the slow stellar motion,

Of gold and silver star streams,

.... I was bestowed a crown and set to bleed,

A midst the pains of delirium,

I study the divine reflexes of the universe,

My soul is moved in search of a darker light,

My light in all its impurity,

Flows blacker than the waters of the Styx,

And the shattered end of its dark spectrum falls,

Always upon me,

Oh sea of tranquillity, hold me in your fathomless depths,

Infect me with thy every disease,

Flood my being with your darkness and undying sorrow,

Torture me with the torment of the life within you,

Banish me! To an abyss of flesh splitting agony,

Let my suffering remain testament, to the beauty of divine nothingness,

Let my blood remain a testament to the beauty of dying cells,

Dusk beseech my world, Close my eyes to this affliction,

Shelter me within your cessation,

Leave but an empty shell to greet the dawn.... And greet the dawn with tears,

Constellations whisper my name,

The wind carries an echo of abandonment,

Everything fades; a wind of pestilence obliterates my soul,

Beneath the flesh no hope can be born,

For all vehemence is dried out and withered,

So cold the thorns of suffering,

For one in death to behold....