The Shapeless Mass
The stars foretell disaster The people here are doomed Great misfortune is coming Leave before the new moon At the river of Vltava sat a man Hands buried in the dirt and mud Creating a protector for his kin Reciting the seven names of God A monstrous shape rises from the dirt A being created solely of clay Commanded to serve and protect To rest on the sixth day Mighty Astaroth, name the word Breathe life into this cold design Help me, Astaroth, hear my words! Grant him power and grant him life Limbs start to move as he turns his head But there is no heartbeat to be found deep inside Hebrew, incantations Give life to cold clay In the dark slum of Prague Walks a figure dressed in grey Walking without breathing Emotions as cold as stone With the stars comes the calling The calling from the unknown Clive life to cold clay in the dark slum of Prague Walks a figure dressed in grey Walking without breathing Emotions as cold as stone With the start comes the calling The calling from the unknown This demon is out of control The embodiment of horror A being without a soul Living his death for destruction Houses are shattered and burning People are crushed under stone His creation still wearing the shem But soon to be overthrown The rabbi's trembling hand across his chest He quickly turns Aemaeth into Maeth To put the giant golem back to rest He turns God's truth into death The town now lies in ruin The golem's remains disposed Forever now stowed away In the genizah of the old synagogue
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 15, 2026
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