Aeons Torn

Cloak and dagger be our deeds as we drift upon starlit seas

Prophetic reality
Glorious
Wraith becoming of flesh
Incantation

Iä! Iä!

From the depths of R'lyeh

Beckoning beyond the wall of sleep
The great dreamer dwelling beneath the waves

Creeping into the fleshy minds of mortal men
Molding dreams into nightmare
Fantasy

As prophesized
The dead shall rise
And the sunken shall awaken once more

Loathsome shaped acropolis
Corpse city penetrates the seas

Emerging from the darkest depths unseen
Converging with the fathomless necropolis

Breaching the slimy threshold of cyclopean vaults
We venture into the abyss

Ornate doorway begins to slide open wide

Stirring in the darkness
Sanguine eyes pierce my soul
Writhing tentacles emerge
Unveiling a gelatinous mountain of a form
Eldest horror now arise
Usher darkness until the end of time
Harbinger of madness
At long last now reborn
Behold the aeons torn

Iä! Iä!
Cthulhu fhtagn
Disentombed
From the shackles of wretched stars
Oh eldritch priest
Baptize the world in lunacy

True horror takes form from the sea
Spreading its membranous wings
Cavernous jaws unleash the foulest reek
As if all to have ever lived and perished
Crawled from their graves to congregate

Merely an utterance of its omnipotence
The procession of sanity climaxes
Madness takes the minds of men
Hideous, the impetus and contorted infected flesh
Mindless caricatures born
Tainted is their form
Slithering spawnsires crawl from their crypts
Swarms of tendrils, eyes and horns
Boundless is their scorn
Cesspools of flesh, and things that should not be
Cascade the world, returning us back to nothingness