Drawn into the depths in a vortex of evil It desires every piece of life Names many, monstrous, fatal spirits The embodiment of desires, murky matters It reaches for a goblet of pain It lies in the dark The mirror as shadow breaks the silence Only space separates them Seeing this crack. Time stands still Staring at the void when it dies Shrines, tombs of the broken Lurking specters, hiding hounds Dancing on the blade that pierces the will Creating a unity from the dead Burst like enchanted snakes Feed and bask in the riches of flesh Falls asleep in a pool of loss Dirty, touched and enslaved Starves in isolation with a sense of healing Rotfiends to be forgotten, demons will take what belongs to them