O’ requisition beset the lowliest of servants
To do the bidding of the father
To carry the will of mother
Blood thrall, I bind you
Blood thrall, I sate you
by meager vials in olden frames
you have shattered your mirrors
to stare directly unto me…to stare directly unto me
and the vision strays not,
lest sight is forsaken finally
Blood thrall, I bind you
Blood thrall, I sate you