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Outside the ordered universe is that amorphous blight of nethermost confusion which blasphemes and bubbles at the center of all infinity. The boundless daemon sultan Azathoth, whose name no lips dare speak aloud, and who gnaws hungrily in inconceivable, unlighted chambers beyond time and space amidst the muffled, maddening beating of vile drums and the thin monotonous whine of accursed flutes.


Outside our Universe
Dreaming Reality
You can’t comprehend him
He is beyond us all

He is Azathoth
The idiot God

At the sound of Flutes
And the maddening drums
He keeps sleeping idly
Surrounded by dancers


He is all powerful
He created the Universe
Kneel to your new god, Azathoth!
 

In the Abyss cold
Reigning undisputed
The king of outer gods
Older than anything

He is the Lord of All Things
The Nuclear Chaos

There is no escape
From his godly will
Now just bow and kneel
Behold your new king

He is all powerful
He created the Universe
Kneel to your new god, Azathoth!


He must never wake
He must always sleep
Don’t interrupt his dream
Or condemn us all

He is the One in the Abyss
The Inconceivable

Now the music stops
The final day is here
Azathoth dreams will end
And so will everything


He is the World
He is the Universe
He is you
He is everything
Now, behold Azathoth!

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