Ascension V (As Symphonies of Ancients in Beseechment, Accept This Offering to the Abyss)

As these steps are slowing, proffered to The Dark
I will speak of the gifts desired
Seeds in time and the swollen touch
A tendril to my vision
I renounce the role, I condemn the flesh
For the spirit is not of these
You can not see, you may not see
I pass through you immemorial
There is no true voice, there is no silence
The wretched do not rest
They claw at my feet
Now take this form
For the depths reach to my heart
Eternity, I curse it all
Meet now my lips to darkness
To reveal (The maw agape)
I become as shadow (to the moon and Stars)
The chosen (The True Judgment), The elect
Submergent shield (Final breaths), consume me
Ascend! Ascend! Ascend!
Ascend!