Bite down upon this blade as you formulate your reasons
May your teeth crack with each empty word
I pray that the blood in your throat will fill your belly

May the spirits drag you into torment
Eons of suffering and tangible terror
May their voices make your ears bleed

Look to the sky and the clouds
Hear their silence and know their apathy
A burial mound awaits your corpse

Open your chest and remove your heart
You are no longer worthy of its beating
Pike it upon a bone to mark your grave

May the worm dig into your flesh
May the crow feast upon your eyes
May the dirt ever be your rest

You will not be written out of this
Betrayer of a sacred bond
Know pain, forever and always



Penned by my hand on the 12th of Glacian, in the year 648 AF.