The Unseen Hand - Vore

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