Quickening — Esoteric

Hallucinations enter the shadows... Losing the mind On this path to oblivion So much time lost in chaos

As I descend Succumbed to the unfathomable Abandoned beyond all control

Skullking, scraping, the barren wastes... Formless predator of the mind's domain

And as its presence draws near I sense it Knowing within its pull I can be forever lost A part of me I have become