Tarot · Track 15 · middle
The Devil
RWS: a horned Baphomet crouched on a black half-cube, an inverted torch in one hand, a naked man and woman chained below with small horns and tails, the chains loose enough to lift off. Keywords: bondage you chose, temptation, the shadow self, appetite, the chain that was never locked.
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Ash-rim, vhal... I sit upon the severed black cube. Koth-ya. I hold the fire upside down The inverted torch bleeds heavy smoke Over the man and the woman on the ground You have grown little horns to match my crown You stand naked in the soot Tethered to the stone beneath my foot. Sha-rim, korr. Oh, the iron loop is heavy on your neck But it was never locked, it was never locked You could lift it from your collar with a sudden step But the metal is warm, and the shadow is soft Ul-tash, ul-tash. You chose the tether. You love the dark weather. The collar is exactly 3 inches wide Far too large to keep a human throat inside But you keep your chin tilted just right So the metal doesn't slip in the middle of the night You stroke the little tail sprouting from your spine Vhal koth. The hunger is... exactly what you asked for. The brain builds a cage out of a sweet reward The neural groove carving out a master and a lord Ia, ia, shul-nagath. I am not your captor, little beast. I am just the host of the feast. Oh, the iron loop is heavy on your neck But it was never locked, it was never locked You could lift it from your collar with a sudden step But the metal is warm, and the shadow is soft Ul-tash, ul-tash. You chose the tether. You love the dark weather. The inverted torch burns down to the pitch You could walk away You could walk away But it scratches the itch. Koth-ya. The chain just rests there on the bone. I never had a key.