This night I hear the jackals
Baying to a desert god
In the dark, the growing whispers
Have begun tearing scars

The foul breath of Anubis
Breathes fire down my back
And the wolves have drawn nearer, begun coiling
For the coming attack

I yearned to see, but my eyes were already crystallized
I yearned to survive, but my fears had already materialized

Like serpents, this dark entangles
Ties me to the soil
And (even) the strangers in my reflection
Have begun to recoil

I yearned to cry, but the waters were already crystallized
I yearned to live, but my death had already materialized

Now the light no longer blinds me
Your dying gods, they cannot bind me
And as I exit this human aisle
I greet my hangmen with a smile

And to the wolves at my door
Prolong this suffering no more
With your fangs come and this strife
And erase my name from the Book of Life