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Mors ultima linea rerum est

Sanguis meus tibi

Vade retro satana

Ex nihilo nihil fit

The watcher stirs in his ageless slumber

Dreaming, exuding, thoughtless chaos

Animating impossible madness

Awoken by the call of Death

Sacred enchantments invisible to man

Echo through the cosmic realm of R'lyeh

A monstrous ritual of sleeping destruction

Accelerating the calamity to come

Whatever name given to this looming hell

Bears no meaning to the endless void

Subliminal, unconscious fever

Consecrating death itself

Into the starless void

Suffocating morbidity in a lifeless gaze

Abnegating existence, become the inevitable at last

Cauterize the aching wounds of enduring

Fall into nought and be still

Surender the flicker of life

Apathy hovers in the toxic stagnant air

The feral stench of putridity

Seeps and leaks into empty space

Like a bloated hanging corpse

The endless battle against planned obsolescence

Desire, a flicker dying out

In the stillness of forever

Mechanical distress, a lonesome silent death

The seeds of the dead hand grow

No bone to squander

The moonlit epiphany of ancient defeat

Guides us into shadow