Somber thy mantle falleth
upon flesh mine that shudders still
as thine ashen orb doth maim my soul
for within thy gaze saneness ebbs away
awashed with fear mortals layeth
when thy oozing darkness plumets
inside vapours profound
that feeble eyes dare not meet
horrid specters lurketh yet
thy hallowed words shall not deter
for malign creatures breatheth anew
in murky ripples intertwined
whenever night's dismay oncemore
ensconces thy brittle psyches
grinning and proud I standeth aslant
for I am king amongst you thralls
paragon of nocturnal ire
I shall rise to daunt thy world
to dispell all things pure and fair
yet these tartarean hands
in thy folly beleiveth gone
to evanesce and ware
when daylight parts the night
under the grip of terror shalt thou fathom at last
faustian spirits dreadeth not the streams of phoebus
