Through aeons of infinite void. From the well of desolate emptiness. Asymmetric patterns shall open the floodgates of Leng's deluge. Pandemoniac cachinnations, blind croons from beyond the rift in time. Dead fetor, demeresed abberations, defiants of life.
Crawl forth from cyclopedean ruins. Demersed in dreams the deathless wait. An ancient vestige. The black goat of the woods with a thousand young.
Cometh forth And of ye Seede of Olde shall One be borne Deformity from the Abyss Drogulus.
Fleshless, amphibian, discarnate swarm A colossus of wings and horns Orifices suckling, spewing an odour of subterranean rot Madness rides the star-wind, engulfed in a vortex of xenocide
Cliffs bathed in blood, the sun is black
Cometh forth And of ye Seede of Olde shall One be borne Deformity from the Abyss Drogulus.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
