Inception of consciousness birthed of abhorrent design
Ineffable horrors that shatter mind
Through the void of reality, they endure
Parasitic creation, horror so pure
Their frightful descent as aeons wither eternal
Waiting, dreaming, to surface anew
Children of the Old Gods
Arise! Awaken the spawn of Hastur, the scions of Cthulhu!
Sons of the void, beyond mortal existence but born of a time of frailty
Signs of the inescapable rend forth from humanity’s last gasp
Anxiously they stir, dreaming, not dead
The final breath of existence, the conclusion of reality
Arise! Awaken the spawn of Dagon, the scions of Zhar!
He came in a storm, murmurs of a missing sister with words barely discernible
Mutterings of strange visions, otherworldly dreams and premonitions
A specialist in finding lost persons I took his rantings as hysteria and grief
The mind reels in thoughts of horror when a loved one cannot be found
Some minds simply cannot handle the stress of the unknown
My feelings of trepidation overwritten by monetary obligations
I felt for the poor man and took down the facts as he told them
That night I woke suddenly soggy with sweat and cursed with visions
I regretted immediately the hearing of the brother’s tale and lay awake
Unable to surrender myself to sleep for the remainder of the night.
Was it all just a dream or is this reality
Why do I feel like my life is being seized
Am I losing my mind? Is this madness?
The echoes of unknowable explanations
The silence of time provides some relief upon my stability
My investigation has led me to a cursed forest of shadow
The unease settles deep in my bones there is no rest here
The effects of no sleep have been grinding my senses to naught
If not for my notes I fear all sense would be gone with no direction
I feel them behind my eyes, the slithering subconscious parasite
They move between shadow, they exist between realms
Waiting for irrelevant time and space to conform to their needs
I grit my teeth and rub my eyes but the itch never ceases
I scream into the entanglement of trees, vines, rocks and shadow
I fortify my mind in a desperate attempt to regain my composure
My surroundings now unknown, I am lost and surrounded in shadow
The light from my lantern illuminates a cruelty of nature and form
I am free for the moment but lost in shadows and spectres
I shuffle blindly through the brush and whipping branches that mock my presence
Unknown until i had stumbled upon it there lies a structure before me
A sort of altar produced of layered rocks upon rocks and high as my chest
What unholy nightmare…
The shackles, the blade, the symbols… This is it
No god, no heaven, only hell… Wrote in stars
The blood, the ash, the bones… This is it
What have I done, why am I here… Wrote in stars
Your soul stripped away, your fate intertwined.
While this execration seeps through your veins like poison we wait…
Your decrepit forms offer abhorrent husks and we tire of inhabiting them.
Insufferable that you of cosmic excrement should wander as he sleeps.
Such detestations, such enmity… what are you? Am I going mad?
What is this unholy place? Sacrifice! Life stripped of soul, and dignity.
Come out! Show yourselves! You shall depart lest I force you out as I dash my skull upon this blighted altar.
Nothing… you are nothing but machinations of a tired and worn mind
Corrupted with ravings of the brother’s ravings and irrational superstitions
I forsake this celestial madness and call for quiet, I call for reason, I call for logic.
Return to the void you foul insipid demons and in your absence I call for silence!
Inception of consciousness birthed of abhorrent design
Ineffable horrors that shatter mind
Through the void of reality, they endure
Parasitic creation, horror so pure
Their frightful descent as aeons wither eternal
Waiting, dreaming, to surface anew
The children of the Old Gods
Arise! Awaken the spawn of Hastur, the scions of Cthulhu!
Sons of the void, beyond mortal existence but born of a time of frailty
Signs of the inescapable rend forth from humanity’s last gasp
Anxiously they stir, dreaming, not dead
The final breath of existence, the conclusion of reality
Arise! Awaken the spawn of Dagon, the scions of Zhar!
Why do you come to me in this manner?
You would find my form hideous to behold.
More hideous and abhorrent than this molestation?
The livestock must not understand what devours it.
My mind has shattered, the altar, the sludge
Your guile remains. It is in your best interests.
Get out of my head! I will silence you parasite!
It is already too late. Everything you are is mine.
I will carve you out! I will shatter your delusions!
It is not my wish to make this unpleasant detective.
It is not my wish to allow this defilement!
Carve and slice and stab and shoot my friend.
Very soon your protestations shall end.
And so begins the deliberate provenance of inescapable cataclysm…
