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In dark voids of my mind, illusions haunted me

They sang to me in tongues, about things beyond death's realm

Painless and bloodless, lies a dissected corpse before me

Weeping no speaking of warped ways meant not to man

Testing the dark fire, it burns me, but freezes my soul

Lost and damned, I pray upon you...

Yog-Sothoth, the gate and the key

Unleash my soulself now, into a whirlpool I drown.

Shub-Niggurath, the gost of the woods

Grant me a spawn of hate to be a seal of my fate

Tsathoggua: "Formless you'll be", Taddith have mercy on me.

Shaggal, will punish all of thee

Ancient gods, the arcane hate

Taught me the ways of sight, all the malevolent

Darken, thy ways, twisted soul, so foul

Faith inborn, dismal to unknown

Desolate and cursed is the path of your morbid thoughts

Shattered in dust, pale remains of you

The dead manifest is tortured forms of flesh

Naked and blinded in fall upon their feet

Knowledge forsaken in fear for my life

Rotting choir chests in dry, dusty voices...

Yog-Sothoth, the gate an the key... all the malevolent

My psyche torn apart and soul fed to the goat

Dismembered of all hope, in a lake of blood I float