| O' sacred Death, guide me across the precipice
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| To show me the splendors of the Void,
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| Come unto me O' sacred Death, hypostasized angel of my dreams.
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| In hypnogogic midnight’s burial sanctum interned,
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| I lay within the coffin of the flesh.
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| Supine and cremated like a corpse within its grave
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| I pray thee come.
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| Come unto me O' sacred Death
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| And chase the radiance that alights the fixed cruciform;
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| Ye holy sigil that grounds me betwixt darkness and light.
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| Remove these nails with shrouded hands,
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| That the serpent may come down from the crux
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| And return to the nullity of the abyss.
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| Come unto me O' sacred Death and wake me to thy vision,
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| Blessed attendant draped in winding-cloths of bleeding shadow,
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| Menacing in torpid and silent vigil,
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| Knelt in sermon upon my chest.
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| Pluck from my chest the clay-born heart
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| And make communion of its ebb.
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| Take from me my breath that I may speak your words
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| And take from me the light from my eyes that I may see the darkness.
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| Bath me in thy shadow and fill my wounds with the light of resurrection. |