Beseech Thy Hand

Thou hath, entered this world of darkness
And cast your light towards the sunken skies
Mystic voices echo light therein
And alas, thou hath shown, no sense of pain

My body drawn weak and thou hath drawn upon me like a leech
Quench thy thirst upon the hour, and draw upon my sense within this power
Daggers crimp the veins beneath my skin
Where vixens wait there deep within

There are depths upon my heart
And thou hath, torn my world apart
Vengeance be mine sayith the lord
I feel your cruel intentions upon my throat

As veins peer upon my frozen skin
I feel the wrath of blood caught therein

Noble fool! Beseech thy hand
And quest I may, upon the land
Thou hath, walked beneath the cloud of death
And I have felt thy sense of wealth

Savage beast beneath the underworld
Toil there beneath the heavens, in your hell
No haven shall they keep, among the cravens of the meek?
Boil within thy blood! As I sense thy pulse with such a thud