Father of Sickness

Fetid incense fills the chamber
I dim the candles one by one

Behold me now when I am weakest
At the hour of my demise
Bless me, o father of sickness
Thy realm of rot awaits the chosen

A hollow voice calls to me from the void
Shaken are the foundations of sanity

From the poisoned abyss of my mind
I utter the words of dread

My frail body crumbles from the channeling
I surrender myself to the lord of worms