Dark Promise

they wreathed strings, they cut the wood
making a puppet that breaths and suffers
uncharted spell created humans
from a mold filled with boiling blood

how much do you want to break your chains?
how often you pray to olden gods?
they move in prisons in earthly depths
their tendrils touching fate and time

they know your thoughts and heart's desires
the abyss brims with dark excitement
with promise of luscious garden and dark fulfillment
they lure the weak, they tempt the fools

and when the stars align in sacred order
fallen ones will be given new face, a grinning mask
trickling with sweet enjoyment

the dark age comes, sanguine delight
to touch the minds with dripping night