SisuBerserk

Again I sit in my chamber At my work and research Eyes nailed at the black book Hands channeling the powers of the dead From the place of old wisdom Forthcoming of my fingertips Words, for whose interpreter Innocent blood has flowed To harness powers of soul I've searched formulas, spells I've looked to stars and beyond To feed gloomy promise I don't trust the shadow That falls from me Nor anything else That daylight reflects Ah, thousands and thousands Candles and torches Burnt hearts, oil To quench my thirst Visions and wonders That your minds wouldn't explain I inaugurate again and again For night and it's mysteries