Iosis

My rising Moon hewn asunder
Broken tendrils of lunar light
Eclipse my empyrean torpor

Through towering pillars of scorn
This wandering soul mitosis
These walls are broken
A labyrinthine dream comes calling

The egress begins
A triune solemn caress
Thrice-born, scion of the scourge
Blood drawn and washed away

My gangrenous effigy
My spirit rectified in slime
This greater equilibrium
Coterminous beings of the crucible

The egress begins
A triune solemn caress
From coil to womb
From darkness to genesis

An unnatural difference
From the self in my gaze
Warped by an alternate time
My dead plane parallel

I am healed and hollowed
I am the house of insurrection
Luminous fatality

Charon of the grey gate arise
The ineffable, hidden but bright
Keeper of the other side

Prince of the new flesh ascend
Heart of gold impaled
Dissolved and transformed

Thrice-born
Scion of the scourge
Blood drawn and washed away
I summon thee
Show me what it means to kneel