Howls From Beyond the Mist

A disquieting presence pierces my soul
Speaking through flesh, sends chills to my bones
An agony howling from beyond the mist
In contorted tongues, a portent is wist
A slighted pariah, cast from your home
Dragging my coffin, mine carrion throne
From which I command you, purveyor of dread
With vicious resolve, requite the dead

I know your voice well
How lost I've been in your absence

Speak
Speak to me, o formless muse
Guide
Guide mine pitiless hand to their throats

Let their rot spill forth and nourish the roots
As you sing to me from beneath the soil
With your vengeful hands, turn me from the sun
Blind my eyes so that I may never see the light again

Halcyon visions fade
Into sweet nothingness
Their comforting glow drowning
Submerged in ruinous bile

Your voice is calling
A vengeful siren's wail
A mournful hymn from below
Invocate none other than I
A forlorn thrall
Slighted by the three
Turned vile messenger
Whose voice brings eternal stillness