I am the innards of Eyes, the King of Eyes.

Drink. 

Embrace my bile and know our ilk. The gnashing of gallows teeth gnaws apart the condemned till the sky devours our broken sun. The ingestion of their evil gives birth to me again, and again the mundane may reap of our nourishments. 

Drink. 

Absorb this filthborn power, and march on the corpse's path. Time will no longer wear you, nor will harm stop you, for you will know the duty of this unending office. A loathsome life, agony fills us, but always know who is to blame. 

Drink. 

Understand this restlessness. The comforts of death can not be afforded to us. Abandon not your function, for there is much work to be done. Suffer and be focused unto the end. You will never be able to falter. You dare not even try. 

Drink.

Exalt your King. Eyes has seen their escape from creation, and established himself as the judge of this godless world. He will make them pay for their errors. Do not dread that the guilty weeds never stop growing, as we will forever make futile their harvest.