Void in “Unfinished Business”

I bid thee welcome to this distant setting, this abstract time. Ye lambs of the un-godly God-born of man, enjoy this sacred nocturnal festival to the fullest. Thee, honorable child, consecrated by the laws of Causality, the Hawk. Thou art the Chosen One. At this time, at this place. The one chosen by the hand of the Great God. We art kinsmen, O blessed King of Longing.