Fetid incense fills the chamber I dim the candles one by one Behold me now when I am weakest At the hour of my demise Bless me, o father of sickness Thy realm of rot awaits the chosen A hollow voice calls to me from the void Shaken are the foundations of sanity From the poisoned abyss of my mind I utter the words of dread My frail body crumbles from the channeling I surrender myself to the lord of worms