Descending torch lit procession Chanting, invoking, provoking the dark Slumbering lich, demigod, Rise from your crypt, grant us audience All seeing, all being, returned from death Share now the secrets of the worlds beyond No words are spoken, necks become broken Flesh melts away and we rise to the aether Formless, we behold the machinations of the universe Unfold the unknown This is the place where the knot begins Born of woman and man, born to suffer Born to struggle to survive What pervading force perpetuates this? What spurs existence on? Ageless it circles, spun and woven by the unseen hand Young fools seekers of truth Revelations, knowledge cosmic Secrets not suffered the living to know We are insects, we are dust Insubstantial and small We curse into the vastness Truth burns us all The unseen hand