I want to die clean,
to swallow no bitterness,
lie down with the ancient ones,
right next to the them
in their cold splendor.

I can taste the eternal,
feel their restlessness
below the surface,
now empty vessels,
these dried corpses
speak to us
from another plane.

Do you feel their icy grip,
they are alive,
they reign supreme,
they did not die in vain,
do you hear them calling?