I pray to you, my Deepest Darkness,
Take from me this soulless harvest,
All the songs I never sang;
Let me waste and lifeless hang.
Give to me, my Deepest Darkness,
Inner peace, release the harness
Tethering a hopeless fool;
Let that ball of yarn unspool.
I give to you, my Darkest Dungeon,
A well worn mind, now freed of reason,
Gone, for now, without a bang;
An elegy that no one sang.
Sing to me, my Darkest Dungeon,
That requiem picked out of season,
Out of time, a rotting ghoul;
Burning fire without fuel.
If I may, my Dungeon Darkest,
Give to you one final harvest,
That which I had none within;
Life of nothing more than sin.