Twice Blessed

In the bowels of the church



Lied an altar of stone and birch



Bearing the stench of death



Under the knife for a final breath



To pay for forbidden power



Blood price at the witching hour



Tears of offerings when they wept



Each one jarred and kept



To feed a desire growing swift



For the elder god's tainted gift



So the offering goes



Then the presents begin to show



A gift of speed or special sight



Followed by one filled with blight



Flesh turning putrid and green



Giving off the dead's rotten sheen



Yet on the followers walk



Their jaws unmoving yet they talk



Given the blessing of the lich



Price for being a witch



They have their seer's eye



But rotting they can never truly die



So for eternity they must roam



Never settling in any home



Creatures of living and rotting bone



Cost of gift to plague god on his throne



To be blessed twice



For sight and feeding ground for lice



And other creatures of scorn



A following of undead is born



They seek an end



But they can't pretend



When they reached across the rift



The plague god has his own special gift