Epiphany of enlightenment
From living death, so dormant
Can not the flesh be more?
Can ritual open the door?
As mist, then shadow, it did writhe and twist
Tranquil disciples, convert from subsist
Materialized, approaching the acolyte
Beyond this mortality, "I shall grant sight"
"Sight can be blinded, I demand the night!"
"Desire to dwell where my brethren hail?"
Blood flows, punctured flesh
Helix the blackened souls
Alas, ascension to unfold