Cryptopsy

After the Fire, their bodies at Rest,
beyond mere Blood, beyond mere Breath:
their terror summons the vapours of Fright,
a mating call to things of the night

The Things they'll become after they Die
have alled to us before their Time:
the Dark Horse of Dreams has brought them here
thos this Ur-Place that feeds on fear,
where the only light comes from their Bones
that Glow, now: all their flesh is Gone

A) Voice between Rivers
Sings (the Truth that Destroys
Then it Laughs like a Dog

(The) Voice Between Worlds
has Existence to Void,
and it Dwells in their Bones

« That which was Drawn in the sane for me
by the Man of Blood
whose Hand never ends,
Herals all Mortality
And He-Who-Waits-beneath-the-Scream »...

oh, to be possessed of Carrionshine
to Dream past the limits of carcasskind

The Prayer goes « Unite to Thee thy Bones-
What appertains to Thee is Complete »