Spilled mist in the midnight corners
Draughts are fluttering the curtains
Draughts can talk
Steps, whispers, clatter and distant growls
Doppelganger of your mother in the next-door room
Prayers in delirium, but after that
Someone will choke you at night
The subtle world has opened a portal
The subtle world will crush the undeserving
And here is something that never was in flesh
Sudden smell of a soil and mildew
And here is something that once had flesh also
I need no other summoning
I dwell in the scent of distraction
The old sickness-ridden and the young rames are my food
Thickness of ape fear won`t allow you to insight into me
Sudden smell of a soil and mildew
And here is something that once had flesh also
The barrier is broken, the portal is open. Witching hour!
O, hear my distant night chants. I have two toys - will and fear
I portray knot of winds in my fist and vanish in the nothingness