i stand knee deep in the blood of your children they are as food at the feast of my lord the threshold between the worlds lays open shadows of the grey spill forth into the light the colors of your feeble mind shall be erased
It was written of in the papyrus of Ilarnek the symbols etched upon the ancient cylinders of Kadatheron spoke truth the stylus of the old gods is dipped in blood of the innocent to scribe a new tale in the pages of countless aeons
the tentacles of the ancient ones reach forth into the illusioned safety of your crumbling world the eyes deny what the human mind cannot comprehend the throat is yawning in a cry that will never be heard shadow drowns the soul forever lost flesh devoured in an exstacy of slime and lust
I cannot convey in mere words the unutterable hideousness that can dwell in absolute silence and barren immensity . . . That my callous conjurings could bring forth such beings of power and indescribable horror I could never imagine or believe
Though I've been promised in my dreams a pact was signed in the black blood of my father with the Olden Ones of starry skies and swirling mists Upon this damp slab of moldy stone I kneel before the wondrous might of crawling darkness Within the circle of cryptic signs and markings
My last human vision: A monstrous opening, a cataract of abysmal nothingness
Then the Ancient Ones appeared
The throb of the engines of nightmare while my soul and flesh parted ways forever . . .
the tentacles of the ancient ones reach forth into the illusioned safety of your crumbling world
the eyes deny what the human mind cannot comprehend the throat is yawning in a cry that will never be heard shadow drowns the soul forever lost flesh devoured in an exstacy of slime and lust . . . Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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