Lost in jet black desolation,
Confined in the castle of iniquity,
I worship you my black nemesis, show your signs,
Bring me back from ashes to mankind…

Ridiculed by my own enthusiasm,
Jeopardized by lack of solitude;
Buried underneath the soil of devastation
I want to resurrect,
from the depths of death…

With your mysterious chanting,
With your silent temptations,
With your scintillating lightning,
and your adept necromancy in me…

Dead remains are singing this dirge, in abandoned hopes
Wake up!! And rise from the planet of shadows…

Witchcraft is paramount and so as your mesmerizing gleam; I am on the way to your mighty dark realm;

Give me the strength in this darkest time…
Give me the strength in this darkest time…

© Hrishikesh Padhye

Excerpt from the book “Echoes And Consequences”

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