I hath dreamed bleak and grim Desolate visions of the pre-human serpent Volk And communed with long-dead reptiles Siliently watching through the ages in cold, curious apathy The unending sorrows and suffering of an abysmal humankind I dare not again surrender To the deep sleep Which ever beckons me Lest I in dread Shudder at the nameless things That may at this very moment Be crawling and lurking At the slimy edges of my consciousness Slithering forth from the bowels of their infernal pits Worshipping their ancient stone idols And carving their detestable likenesses On subterranean obelisks of blood soaked granite I await the day When the claws of doom shall rise To drag down in their reeking talons The weary and hopeless remnants Of a jaded, decayed, war-despairing mankind Of a day, when the earth shall open wide And the black, bottomless, yawning abyss Engulfs the arrogant civilatizations of man Chthonic retribution shall ascend Amidst universal pendemonium And those who slither and crawl shall rise again Once more to inherit the earth