As the Adept invites me in,
grands me knowledge with eyes to see.
The prophecy of the Undead is now complete.
The Gods open their hands and embrace me.
Nightside dimensions, unlocked by Draconian will.
The Night is black, the sun now bleeds.
PSYCHOMANTEION encircles me within.
Initiates me with A full Moon skin.
As the communion to the Elder Gods begins
and the athame of eternal life marks the winds,
I feel upon the Undead and they feed, feed upon me.
They drink of my blood, they strengthen my spiritform.
Through misty mirrors unbound from the mortal world.
PSYCHOMANTEION navigates me through astral planes.
The Nightwatchers open higher gates,
the Rain of Mercy drowns me in delight.
Ancient Undead Gods of the Night,
carry me in your winds and fly! Fly!
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