Devvills in thyne Chaimber

The wolls herein

Stande as staiges for oll the shaddowes, that doth crawle

Pase, stare ad nauseum

That doth in them holld fyres of contemte

And the sent of childrun, who hath been bennt in rigor mortis

Blak and bleedinge, sputum-seethinge lipse curleth upwarde

To showe thee

Allways showe thee

The yellowde teeth of smyles of purvursion

They wille scuttle past thee

Taste the aire, made heavy by thine feare

Wenn thay doth make erecte the hares upon thine necke

And doth clasp at the fortitude withinn thine breaste

Such abhorrence as woode brake thee, as if browken upon the wheele

Theire voises do rassp as dedde leeves in Ogust winds

To drawe thee ever-neerer to there horrore

To consume and defyle thyne fleshe

For toxick bee the devvuls inn thy chamber

To corrupte and tare asunder oll the wills that thowe woodst raize

Against the witheringe of thyne currage bye the filth withinn there gaize.