Immortal Voids

In this circle of candles and mist
The dead souls yearn to exist—
Their prayers—unholy, black flood
Flowing through the flame of my blood;

Shadows light the shade of my eyes!
I entreat ye shadows rise.
Immortal voids I am thy slave
Walk ye now from thy grave

Cry for me the accursed night’s tear
With voices I alone can hear
Stained with sorrow, stained by shame
In the swaying of the candle’s flame

Fair tormentors; demented and free
I am the vessel that weeps for thee:
Faces surround in my roving glance
Whimpering where the shadows dance

What sweet pain as thou doth enter here,
Feasting the bliss of all my fear:
And with the pain, terrified
Dear ghosts I welcome thee inside

In this circle of candles and haze
The dead in luster I raise
A beacon of loss I become
When their pain I welcome:

Sweet thy ache, blessed thy distress
Graceful to share thy loneliness—
Immortal voids thy sadness dear
Welcome ye to the mortal sphere

And we shall be children in the rays
Of an eon’s forgotten days,
Playing in the eyes of gods on high
Where their souls someday shall lie.