I see myself going to the cellar
I see myself standing before the furnace
The hatch opens by itself with shrill screeches
Just as if it were a mouth
Aren’t my fingers burning, doesn’t it smell like flesh?
I stare until my eyes are sore
Panic squeezes the air from my lungs
I sense the danger is too strong
It has devoured so many before me
It looks over and perceives me
I fall to my knees
And I don’t really know what's
happening to me now
Nor what will befall me
I feel the threat like a wave
That has buried me underneath it
It’s as if everything beautiful, everything good, has flown away
I know now, it wants to have me
To feast upon my soul
There’s something stirring behind the flames!
Monstrous and millenniums old
There’s something stirring behind the flames!
A grotesque nightmarish figure
The malice oppresses me
Its sight almost drives me mad
Like something spawned by a sick mind,
Strange and inexpressible
It looks inside my head
I am a worm in its eyes
Worthless and breakable
And it mocks my entire being
I want to crawl inside a deep hole
It will remember who I am
I can clearly smell my cold sweat
It reaches for my being
I crawl like a child,
Panting, coughing, and almost blind,
toward the door
The saving door?
It wants me, and I must surrender myself
I see Astoria emerge
And suddenly I can raise myself up,
stand upon my weak legs,
I cannot stop my weeping
There’s something stirring behind the flames!
Monstrous and millenniums old
There’s something stirring behind the flames!
A grotesque nightmarish figure
There’s something stirring behind the flames!
An indescribable horror
Now I know from whence the parts originate,
The collective that digests as a swarm
Epilogue:
A will done, and soon the kingdom will come
Father and Mother and Ending together
The selection followed, much was learned
It awaits just one last distant victim