I Am... Sözleri

I am the throne in the foot

I am the blur in the sight

I am the worm at the root

I am the thief in the night

I am the rat in the wall

The lepper that leers at the gate

I am the ghost in the hall

Herald of horror and hate

I am the rust on the corn

I am the smut on the wheat

Laughing man's labor to scorn

Weaving a web for his feet

I am canker and mildew and blight

Danger and death and decay

The rot of the rain by night

The blast of the sun by day

I warp and wither with drouth

I work in the swamp's foul yeast

I bring the black plague from the south

And the leprosy in from the east.

I rend the flowers from the hemlock boughs

Wine stepped in the petals of dooms

Where the fat black repents drowse

I gather the upas blooms

I have plumbed the northern ice

For a spell like frozen lead

In lost grey fields of rice

I have learned from mongol dead.

Where a bleak black mountain stands

I have looted grisly caves

I have digged in the desert sands

To plunder terrible graves

Never the sun goes forth

Never the moon glows red

But out of the south or the north

I come with the slavering dead

I come with hideous spells

Black chants and ghastly tunes

I have looted the hidden hells

And plundered the lost black moons.

There was never a king or priest

To cheer me by word or look

There was never a man or beast

In the blood-black ways I took

There were crimson gulfs unplumbed

There were black wings over a sea

There were pits where mad things drummed

And foaming blasphemy

There were cast ungodly tombs

Where slimy monsters dreamed

There were clouds like blood-drenched plumes

Where unborn demons screamed

There were ages dead to time

And lands lost out of space

There were adders in the slime

And a dim unholy face

Oh, the heart in my breast turned stone

And the brain froze in my skull

But I won through, I alone

And poured my chalice full

Of horrors and dooms and spells

Black buds and bitter roots

From the hells beneath the hells

I bring you my deathly fruits.