Behold Yog-sothoth Before The Gate

The crystalline stars we once called father
Fall from the heavens in great storms of flame
Made of black-green filth, bringing horrors unseen
Teaching men new madness, sowing chaos

The sky lit nebula twists and tear
The great one inches through
Slime and madness bringing horror
Unknown bodies, new stars, a new sun

Yog-sothoth slithers into the world
Our dead world, brought back to life
Through magics and unreality