Stygian Whispers

Convulsing in death throes
Psychic fragmentation and decay
A soul torn asunder, ripped from its womb
Restless cries in agony

Cursed and broken
A withered ghost
Is gripped by the hand
Of a profane wind
Stygian whispers
Iniquitous prophecies

Farsight from beyond the Timeless
Glimpses of truth from the Ageless
Bestowed with ancient wisdom and fire
Given power and purpose through darkness

Renewed and arisen
A spectral force
Is called by the voice
Of a profane wind
Stygian whispers
Iniquitous prophecies.