In death of night
I see a kaleidoscope of death
It rule the world
But can not make it better
All destinies in his hands
He chews your life
He belch your soul
But he the master
Of our herd
Azagthoth

Nobody knows his shape
Even those who saw
They have gone mad
It is not fated
To realize his authority
To understand his plans
To penetrate into his ideas
Azagthoth

Open the book of dead
Look at bloody letters
And steel his food
Forever

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