Things Which Are Naught - Nightbringer

In death’s holy silence I call you

God above me, God below me

By Neither, Neither, myself unseen

God within and God beyond me

Reflected in these mirrors darkly

God above me, God below me

By Neti, Neti, a faceless face

God within and God beyond me

You abysmal rift in the fabric of being

Ungraspable shadow, devour me

As I open my eyelids for your gnashing teeth

And fill the hollows with blackest dreams

«For his art did express

A quintessence even from nothingness

From dull privations, and lean emptiness;

He ruin’d me, and I am re-begot

Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not»

Coil about me and breathe my new name

Self above me, Self below me

Plow earth into abyss and reap its bitter grain

Absence within me, Presence beyond me

And your naked splendor has carved open the pathway

Into wonders of the howling night and the twist of the moon

Where the dead awakens to the call of serpentine cherubim

To fall ever deeper and deeper into their tombs

Restructure the dried out bones of the world

And fill its dried out veins with your word

A promise of everything I will come to be

The Nothing within me and the All beyond me!