Parchment scrawled in feather of blood
Among shadows and stars of fire
From the gilded page there springs a flood
While the noises rise higher and higher

To draw within the winds of the world
And rule the seed of the sky
To grasp the sea's strength unfurled
To see the earth's eden denied

Ageless hands bared black in stain
Weave threads of thrashing time
Flesh once sustained by empty vein
Now breathe this riddle in rhyme

The multitude of scrawling souls
Across submitted earth
This swarm of life the hand controls
To death, and from the birth

And within each passing time
The chants strengthen the chains
A bell is rung, the stars then chime
Behold . . . a bane . . .