Can you scent the stench of graves? 
The dead fumes of his cevements
The predator winds behind - do they whisper to us all? 
Eternal are the skies. As above, so within 
Cold, dead, turbid eyes ghastly staring back at you 
Now slowly leave behind
the remnants of this earthly life 
Let this be the gospel to extol your discorporation 
in the eyes of nothingness 
The thin line dividing life and death -
brutally distinct or mercilessly vague? 
Fear the void! Wolves are gathered in the distance.
See the massing of ravenous crows! 
Turn back, mortal son!
Blessed you will be to roam this carnal dungeon 
in exalted slavery.
Or proceed into the blackness far beyond the stars