Pale moon
nightfall
stalk us
stalk the hunter
who's ageless
ancient fear held 
sway till you found
stink in the flesh
merging periphery
silent step
there is no help here

here in your home with [bad word] 
where [bad word] waiting
with no lips and no tongues
 [bad word] endlessly
all of your cares build a cairn
carry you toward the pacing
while the drone is revered the silence is deafening

through torments and seasons
regrets root new reasons 
vestments sewn observance is automatic
first you look
waiting you will find
first you look
waiting you will find
sick of the flesh
cities bare cleansing
ritual forms swollen husks empty cities
bare buried in twilight empty looming skylines
there is no help here
cowed we are fools who've been fooled
mute as augurs watch us changing 
as [bad word] from this cage
through a [bad word]