Amidst the troubled sleep of a Midwinter night, Whilst unknown horrors plagued my dreams Of dreary temples of old, I beheld a distant wall strewn with arcane glyphs That spoke of a terrible invocation...
And walking up, I realised That all factors were now in conjunction The ever so distant time that scribe's dreams has prophesised Was now at hand...
What an astounding revelation I have been bestowed!
The Horned Moon is standing high above the Earth tonight And rends alight strange silhouettes in the pitch black ground I kneel betwixt fragrant trees and shape-shifting shadows And my mortal senses are permeated for one last time
I recite the conjuration of the elder stars The ancient, arcane words sear my writhing tongue Now I feel their power surge all about and throughout me And seep through every pore of my thirsting soul
Secrets never known to Man reveal before my eyes
I become godlike!
And now as my mortal shells is left far below Entwined in all -destroying serpentine horror My immortal soul ascends towards unimaginable power Ever so nigh the brink of mind-devouring madness...
I am the Pandimensional Liege-Lord
Clad in the very fabric of Space and Time My crown is of galaxies, and galaxies of galaxies Interdimensional existences are mine to create and destroy At a instant's fraction whim
Mine is the Maw of Creation that holds tight in its grasp The Tail of chaotic Destruction in a circle that forever lasts The Multiverse is mine to rule!Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
