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The CircleA ritual incantation was composed, contorted voices preaching poison to my soulInto the Circle I wandered to give of myself Confusion wrapped its fist upon my brow. How far I'd travelled was impossible to tell Delirious I stumbled upon your door The old man inside took pity on what he saw. He'd seen the like of it, he'd seen it once before He asked if I was hungry or needed to rest He pointed to a cross upon his wall. I did not sleep that night, I could not sleep at all A fading focus obscuring all I'd seen Next morning I arose with a sense of sombre dread. The house felt strange to me, I wanted to escape I heard the old man wailing his mind seemed lost I fled the building, made my way upon the road. What kind of sorcery had carried me this far? The devils touch leaves its mark, and the scars run deep The light is short now and I fear that I must leave, compelled to further cleanse myself of the disease The creeping ruin is waiting, should I forget I beg forgiveness for I know not what I do. Deliver me from harm, I know not what I do My fading focus obscuring all I've seen |