The Dybbuk speaks,
He paints himself in red,
His anger flows as styx does,
Long and never ending.
Raging within, he screams in agony.
Lost in darkness.
Did you pray to him, the day he died?
Did you try to save him, the night he gave in?
His candle blown out by the winds.
Into Erebus he walks, and in it he will remain,
until he finds a host he can obtain.