The stillness is broken
Steps softened by grass
The thin air crackles
Eyes fogged up like glass

You try to remain calm
White knuckles betray the tension
But your mind is set
The destiny is chosen

Years
Leaning on
Ancient tomes
Years
On a quest
For this unearthly gift

The gray sky
All engulfing
Frames this grotesque scenario

The lust for power
All consuming
Awakens this ancient beast

You try to remain calm
White knuckles betray the tension
But your mind is set
The destiny is chosen

You find the place
And hope it’s worth it

You draw the sign
And call forth

You draw your blood
Hoping that will be enough

You offer your flesh
Praying that will be enough

But it’s not

You set loose an unstoppable force
That does not accept parts
When it can devour all
And soon it will