Primordial Malignity - Tomb Mold

I can feel the unseen horror and its forces closing in

Lurking at the threshold

Desperate to find a way to barricade the cosmic gate

I conjure a horrendous apparition

Looking for guidance, I speak:

The flesh is weak

My form is frail

Webbed with the signs of time

Since this frightful prophecy was first revealed to me

I request passage

Or a means of defence

This horrific oracle explains

The tools to bring defeat

Lay beneath my feet

My chamber built on

The roots of hidden ancients

As I tear into the earth

It bleeds clear

Vile and unclean

Primordial malignity

Agitated, it starts seeping into my body

I feel my limbs expand

Bones breaking and reforming

My flesh becomes oak

I am rooted into the ground

I stand as tall as the surrounding forest

I am impenetrable

But I am immobile