In The Mazed Pits Of The Underworld

Out of the blue
Straight from the black
It came to be and did occur
True possession of ancient kind
My reconstruction by the ancient fennicans

By the open mouth the spirit did enter
By the yawning gap I swallowed the tainter
Did not replace, my hand before it
I shalt not rise arm to prevent it

To the underworld I was led
By the leathered wings of ajattara
Devourer of children's souls
Took me away before my seventh winter