From Perfect Angles

Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside"
Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos

From perfect angles they arise
to devour all of our lives
Tearing between, the vail of light and of the unseen
Twisted howling, the last thing you'll hear at thier coming

Never follow the straight and narrow
Stay within the curves, and in the lines that bend beyond the Earth
From perfect angles they arise
From the spaces unknown to time
From the cosmic gulfs of night

Here they come, the hellish beasts from "outside"
Screaming for your soul, the Hounds of Tindalos