Steeped in shadow, darkness' sway,
The Crescendo of Transformation drifts our way,
And, should by chance stop to stay,
A deathly note he'll strum today.

Cacophonous echoes do loom,
Jagrerox's voice, shrill through the gloom,
He'll force them to listen, those unwilling to hear,
The screaming threnody, like a churning gear.

Melodious attraction, binds like string,
The suble pluck'd chords will ring,
And, to those undeaf, no escape can bring,
Them away from the ghastly notes he'll sing.

So, as the pitch warbles high,
As Tainted malediction draws nigh--
Beautiful music is the last thing they'll know,
Their visit to the Fates is his great show.