The Artifex - Abbath

Reclined in swathe of bedlam’s grimoires

Sheathes of ancient vellum cradle skull

Sigils scour sallow skin, copper veins

Drip gnosis, draw mind from mortal lull

I pluck the stitches, stun the senses

Milk the pain I graze

I storm the portals of dead immortals

Trapped in yesterdaze

I dive to new depths, plunder sunk wrecks

In culp of fetid drain

I seek the artifex, disenchant hex

To lift this curse of Cain!

Artifex absorb a corpus

Alchemy in limbic vortex

Archetype bequeath a gene

To murder Eden, dismember dream

Beyond arc of reaper’s lethal grace

The shade of Cain shrives guilt in mud

And golems raised all display his slain

Brother’s bludgeoned face