Out of the clutter
From disorder back into order
Your steady pulse
Harmonious stasis
From the static of a thousand essences,
the sterile non-existence
Into a sea of one single coherence
Unto a monolith of quietude
Proscriptor, leave the floodgates open
Crush me with your lustrous, gleaming lava
Break down this husk, wave after wave
Wave after wave
Surge after surge
On a voyage towards the terminal filter,
a corroded, oxidized grid
This sanguinely final draining passage,
a pathway to inner armistice
Proscriptor, let your current guide me
on your pulse, wave after wave
Proscriptor, do not close the floodgates
Let your current guide me through the conduit
Recreate this shell, surge after surge