1. IN OUR LAST MOMENTS, A CRESCENDO

(Instrumental)


2. THE PRESENCE OF A BEING, WHOSE INTEREST IN OUR ENDEAVOR IS EPHEMERAL AND RARELY BELIEVED, SPEAKS IMPERCEPTIBLY IN THE SPACE BETWEEN OUR BREATHS

That unknowable terror
through a veil of poisoned gravity
reaching into those accursed thoughts and giving them life

I repent to thee my lord
for I have strayed into the dark with want
merely a clay vessel for your light,
in humble servitude I shall remain
I beg thee, close this circle
and I shall not drift again


3. VULTURES SWIRLING OVERHEAD, AN OBSIDIAN WREATH CAST ABOVE A SLEEPING MIND

A visage of death
A radiant countenance
Vultures swirling overhead
An obsidian wreath cast above a sleeping mind

I have seen a light
through a portal opened wide
the liminal grips
rends spirit from flesh
Enveloped by a light
seen not with thine eyes
bound by this spell
the darkness grows round thee