Warlock's Brew

Frigid darkness, the depth of night Placed on the altar, oh what a plight He lights the candles, black and blue Sweet incense smoke, fills the room He drips the blood, onto a scroll He burns it into ash, filling the bowl Weight of the air comes crashing down The room's becoming smaller, I hear a sound Footsteps approaching, Somethings drawing near Even though I'm dead, I can't escape the fear He takes a chalice, fills it up with wine Chanting dark prayers, to his Masters Divine Oh Mighty Prince of The Seven Take up the offering I give to Thee And in return, breathe Life Eternal Into these constructs of mine A Black Flame fills up my soul I feel a pulse while having no hearth I can breathe without lungs I can move without bones I can feel without skin I am alive, but I am also dead