Muse - Incantation

Commands of the mind must be

Unnumbered spirits will see

Each holds sway over thee

The vessel only yearns to see

But we plant the very seed

Which guides to deceive

No banishment can cure

The muse’s nature so pure

Behind his eyes they know

Your attempts to deny show

Ecstasy in every life you take

Driven by our ethereal hate

Again … Consume the ignorant

Regret … Speeds your descent

Rebirth through your shell

No longer a denizen of hell