Guide me, Lilith, my dear

Upon the cusp of night's conceit

Led by black moon

Abandoning the frayed edges of time

Feet compelled by otherworldly chimes

Eldritch, the voices that ring through old churches

What drifts from this world and what's left behind?

Born to die again

The cycle ensures that you'll lose

Binding of hands

Binding of feet

Boundless we're born, and boundless when we're six feet deep

Lost souls leading the way

Unearthed from shallow and unmarked graves

Aimlessly searching for purchase over an indelible yearning

(Solo - Rauch)

Embrace death - the one true calling

Embrace life - the fight worth fighting

Trapped in the prison of the ophidian god

Be still and listen

Enough is enough

Walk along these winding roads and pray they lead you home

What is enough? What's worth divining?

The destinations beyond the defined

See the black moon hang high in the sky

The shifting of the tide causes the river to rise

Complicating passage onto the other side

Follow the sound of the chime

Sway to-and-fro and swing ​side to side to a strange melody

Cross over through rushing water

Feel no ordinary pain

What drifts from this world? What stays in the grave?

It starts with a voice, and a soft tittering that lurks in the back of every mind

It will consume your thoughts and drive you mad

The language it speaks is not your own but, you understand it and it compels you to follow a path lit only by the light of a black moon

Prepare yourself, for this path twists and turns without end, through the labyrinths, of the eldritch realm