Descending torch lit procession
Chanting, invoking, provoking the dark
Slumbering lich, demigod,
Rise from your crypt, grant us audience
All seeing, all being, returned from death
Share now the secrets of the worlds beyond
No words are spoken, necks become broken
Flesh melts away and we rise to the aether
Formless, we behold the machinations of the universe
Unfold the unknown
This is the place where the knot begins
Born of woman and man, born to suffer
Born to struggle to survive
What pervading force perpetuates this?
What spurs existence on?
Ageless it circles, spun and woven by the unseen hand
Young fools seekers of truth
Revelations, knowledge cosmic
Secrets not suffered the living to know
We are insects, we are dust
Insubstantial and small
We curse into the vastness
Truth burns us all
The unseen hand

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