The faint ringing of cathedral bells
Calls me from my sleep
Dissonant in the still black chamber
I rise silently from the damp soil
It is the voice of god...
Whispering of black spirits
Engulfs me as I am drown forward in fevered trance
Beneath the pale shadows,
I gaze upon the corruption of flesh
I close my eyes and sleep once again
As the bells of the tower fall silent
My blood is the unblessed host
My robes are the shrouds of the dead
The voice of god summons me no more