Like a stillborn dream in the flame

The sky in crimson haze
A mortal creature
‘Rapt in fear

Traversed the desolate sands
Seeking out the anointed hierophants

Deep in a cavernous maw
Devoid of all guiding light
Vile incantations
Subjugating the air

One thousand ages of life and death

Awaken and arise
Their dark oppressor
In the gathering dusk
The armies of Rah

Surround the wretched apparition
That ethereal beast in thrall
By command of a nameless enemy
Buries their weak designs in its ashes
He came up from the shadows
That priest from the land of the dead
By the strength of his sacred name

Was created his temple
In the center there rose
An obsidian sepulchre
That prison of earthly design
No longer his cage
Realization
Consuming
This power
Shall be mine
Hearing voices
They call to me

In slavery
They waste away

Those servants of the light
In chains searching for the key
To the nexus of the web beyond the blind.

Withered by age

The priest died on a golden throne
In death was a kind of peace
For all but the meek
That mortal creature

Who’d warned of their tragic fate
Followed a path of blight
To the base of a mountain
In the cradle of creation
Free from the ravages of time

A black tome hidden among the old stones
Speaking in the tongues of aeons

A siren’s song A speaker of all truth and all lies
And the Mortal creature heard it and wept

Realization
Consuming
This power
Overtakes me
Leaving me insane
My burden

The weight of my soul
I dig my own grave
And let it swallow me
The black tome
source of my agony