Boiling arsenic casting out a map
Engraving direction
Forward, backward spiraling straight to hell

Straight ahead
The culmination of my thoughts
Antiquities
Holding secrets of the ancient arts

It awaits
In silhouette crossing shades
Beneath the lies
A vulgar glimpse of scars demised

A crave, belonging to the dead
Aflame, my skin blisters
My eyes roll back
The hex is taking me under

Ruins shaping relic days
Arising is the end
Shattered distance

Stillborn plague
Behold discernment now
Acrid crowd
Consume my flesh and holster your spirit

Scorched assent
Guide me to your source
Prophecies
Lead the way to dissolution

Cold figures gasp a breath
Moving in choreographed rhythms
Words bounce wall to wall
It's the smell of death they bring

Blackest might to the stealth of beauty
Conceal your arrangements to me
Plans are now past resurrections

Perished by the hexed enigma
Omens murmur hypnosis once again