Aphotic Womb

Sinmara

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l-terrible goddess of night
Whose shears rupture the cord of life
Inexorable bane of aeons,
I supplicate before thee.

As the autumnal gale falling leaves does blow
So my soul 'fore thy wrath does tremble with woe.
Hear my lament

Before thy black sickle it's harvest does reap
Take heed of my prayer o bringer of sleep,
I beseech thee

The sepulchral grounds glisten in twilight
As the sun succumbs to the shadows at dusk
The glare of the inverted torch
Illuminates the path towards descension

Herald of the highest gods
Carry me through chthonian halls

The charnel depths where serpents coil
Below the earth where light can't pierce the soil

Let me cross the frigid waters,
Where incorporeal shades coalesce,
Where eaters of ash and drinkers of mud
Form the choir of a thousand horrors

Imperious sovereign of all that breathes
No earthly sceptre shall impede
Thy pitiless hand whom all turns pale
Against whose touch all flesh is frail

Transfixed by thy spectral majesty
I prepare to greet eternity
Upon abyssal shores

Goddess of tenebrous grace
Enshroud me in thy black embrace
Let me rest in thy aphotic womb
Forevermore