Bathing in our crimson guilt Scurried, acrid, infested No semblance of soul A barren collective A truth aligned with the boundless The outer-worlds speak of it in death-dreams…
Grand Abyss Lurkers Now to him! For He is wretched And many have paid the price
Minds are spun in coils of horror Sanity bleeds from un-hearing ears A madness wrought from His countenance alone Rebelled are you, great Abyss Lurkers!
A brief moment of eternity The outer-worlds speak, we see it! For we are now infinity We are released Death is no end for us All-knowing infinity is the only truthTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
