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In death of night

I see a kaleidoscope of death

It rule the world

But can not make it better

All destinies in his hands

He chews your life

He belch your soul

But he the master

Of our herd

Azagthoth

Nobody knows his shape

Even those who saw

They have gone mad

It is not fated

To realize his authority

To understand his plans

To penetrate into his ideas

Azagthoth

Open the book of dead

Look at bloody letters

And steel his food

Forever