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Where is this?
Hospice linens kiss, my body,
A sick bed?
Panic, So near death.
Right hand gone,
Withered as it shone,
Price, was paid,
Frail figure followed suit,
I fade and fade.
I weep and clutch, to deny such,
A dim lit room, I hate this room,
Faint wish of leaving soon.
Physicians come and go,
"Please sir you must accept there is no answer",
An illness so untold.
Pray to every title known,
(It's not time for that, it’s not time for that)
Raise a call to empty thrones,
Have I been an ardent fool?
(It's not time for that, it’s not time for that)
Baptised in a bone-dry pool.
Should I brace this broken body, and toil to change my fate?
Or perhaps just accept my lot: exhausted stalemate.
Dust on my breath,
A weak resolve does gather,
This can't be all that's left,
Climb from the bed,
The will is all that matters,
My senses now refreshed.
Calls draw near,
Murmurs become clear,
"Seek the silver".
Should I brace this broken body, and toil to change my fate?
Or perhaps just accept my lot: exhausted stalemate,
Can I trace a path less murky, a foil against lost faith?
Or maybe damn every sacred name, be it humble, holy or great.
Still the sleekit one questions the necessity of that peculiar sacrifice,
With a reluctant sigh his weak resolve gathers, battered body brittle but braced,
He of withered worth, leaden frame and a doubting mind, hear these words:
Abandon now the sluggard's brand, push past the dust. The malady makes the man!
Should I brace this broken body, and toil to change my fate?
Or perhaps just accept my lot: exhausted stalemate,
Or maybe damn every sacred name, be it humble, holy or great.
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Obscured advice, roam through the night,
Making my way there,
A hidden forge, my last resort,
Making my way there, my way there.
Refused at first, explain the curse,
I plead.
A shattered man, but she has a plan,
Alchemist rebuild me, rebuild me.
I'll lament no longer, steady my course, the salve sustains,
A failed frame can conquer, scream myself hoarse, break through the pain.
3 Miles eastwards, a snow topped cairn peaks high above the clouds,
You must scale it, on your lonesome,
The silver, awaits you there.
I'll lament no longer, steady my course, the salve sustains,
A failed frame can conquer, scream myself hoarse, break through the pain.
Know that this man still saunters,
Know that I'll ever wander.
And so, the alchemist did present her conditions of contract,
Meet her in one days’ time atop the eastern cairn's climax,
Alone and with a procurement of holy ore from within the munro,
She seemed pragmatic and yet capricious, he had no choice but to agree though.
These legs that offer no support,
And guts that always fall just short,
Wait for me there, my only hope,
Lighten this leaden host.
Know that this man still saunters,
Know that I'll ever wander.
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Lemegeton, Picatrix, Abramelin.
See this dread ordeal? It is impossible.
Yet I face it all the god damn same, praise be.
If I'm punished for that name in vain,
I think all I could muster, is to smile and weakly laugh at him,
Could things really get much worse?
Through plagues and plights, we struggle on,
Through banes and blights, keep struggling on,
Through plagues and plights, oh we struggle on,
Fuck banes and blights, oh we struggle on, keep struggling on.
Towering beinn, hellish rain, cloak pulled tight,
Against the image of a useless sun the peak looms ever tall and proud,
Slow decline, toilsome climb, yet not forgone,
Know that this man still saunters on.
Towering beinn. hellish rain, cloak ripped to shreds,
I spot the gleaming holy highland ore and gather it with what's left of my strength,
Final steps, promise kept, her hands reach out,
Oh lady alchemist, build me something new.
Dimmest spark, pull your weight, recall the distance not the aim,
Tended spark, cause a clash, persistence its own end,
The journey burns like bright ash.
Through plagues and plights, we struggle on,
Through banes and blights, keep struggling on,
Through plagues and plights, oh we struggle on,
Fuck banes and blights, oh we struggle on, keep struggling on.
The blessed replacement a failure, and yet,
If this dread ordeal could be endured,
Then perhaps the rest can as well...
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