Final Ritual

Long have I waited, and long have I lain here alone
 Cold and starving in the dark
 Moment by moment I am drifting closer
 To the land of the dead
 An incessant noise echoes in my skull
 It twines and vibrates down my spine
 Fanning out to the raw endings of my nerves
 The noise grows louder, its source looming closer
 In a tightening spiral
 The center cannot hold, things fall apart
 It takes all the strength I have just to open my eyes
 Is this really what dying feels like?
 Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
 And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
 The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin
 And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
 I am sealed in my own tomb
 After nine days of fast
 The ritual will begin, long and painful it will be
 And most likely I will not come out alive...
 But I made up my mind
 There is no turning back now
 The utter destruction of light
 The end of my life
 Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
 And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
 The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin
 And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
 I have formed my intentions
 The shadows gather, thickening the air
 I submit myself to the darkness
 And I throw myself into the abyss
 Ritual begins
 Is this really what dying feels like?
 Ritual begins when the moon are at crest
 And I call for the ancients to guide me through the gates
 The silver-moon white blade so cold against my skin
 And the warm crimson blood glistening in the dark
 I have formed my intentions
 The shadows gather, thickening the air
 I submit myself to the darkness
 And I throw myself into the abyss
 I offer thee, my flesh and blood
 Guide me through the gates
 Grant to me, eternal life
 The ultimate sacrifice