Five naked limbs crawling outward From a gaunt dauntless trunk without root Dream-borne stems seek nutrients With which to feed their cadaverous host
Somnolent whispers be damned Branches five guarding the gates of mind Old master waits in great tomb Trunk must withstand 'gainst the astral storm
Sister of the witch's foot Is a living symbol and a lock Protect us oh stark sigil The first in line for devouring
Three of us clutching for holds At the five shining limbs of the sign Anchor points weaken yet hold Pray there's still some undamaged starstones
Its cultists are without mind Its journey begun in star strewn gulfs It is submerged and entombed And far beyond mortal reckoning
We're at its dreaming mercy We're enthralled by writhing tentacles We're drowned in its horror Our only hope is the elder signTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
