Oracle by Severed Head

Corridor goes on and on and on and on Lights at the end of a long, dark tunnel Eyes gape at cold blue sky The sun would blind them if they could see Look what a holy man I have become Beckons from the Ageless Sleeр Remember the sound of steel through bone Oceans never sank so deep Cut so clean, we never felt it coming Brilliance searing across the field Then nothing Then nothing at all Compline drips from the mouths of the faithful Nodding off to nightmares unspeakable Invocation wreathed in Dittany of Crete Shade King Wen and his trigrams recedes Swirling seething prince of jackals succeeds Forcing words begat of evil Push through mouth removed of tongue I am become a Vessel of Lies am become the Voice of Not I Whisper through lips dead and cracked Breath of hell and phrases clouded Flickers in the firmament Moonlight falls on opened graves snow-covered You reap what you sow This now you know Miles upon miles atrocity Ages upon ages We are not worthy the company of sages

Submitted by MetalElf — Jul 21, 2026