In Praise Of Cthulhu Lyrics

Hail to the R'lyeh dominance sleeping beneath the
Pacific waves of salt.
Master of the Great Old Ones resting patiently for the
days of global territorial reclamation,
fulfilling the legacies of all the world's forbidden
manuscripts. One day he will come as the
Armageddon Angel leaving in his wake the sunken ancient
continent and the black city's towers pointing
towards his birthplace Vhoorl; the Cthulhi spawn flying
out with the monsoon winds spreading their terror
over the lands of man, slaughtering all which lacks the
divine blood. Telepathically I link into the
cryogenic glacial substance beneath the planets
floating salt and descend into the being's hostile
dreamland,
the Chorazin outskirts, where I am considered an
interim temporal occupant with exceptional privileges
and unmatched skills. Beings except me as their master
obeying their creator, but descended from another
branch of gods; admiring me with a sharpened edge of
jealousy. Cults follow my path, while others burst down in litany.
I am their alien messiah, hated and adored. Ashen
gravel whirls around under my feet,
as I fly myself towards the liquid pantheon, centered
in the forbidden sector of the extensive Cthulhu id.
A transparent shape, pulsating at the rhythm of the
synapse, rises in the land where dawn and dusk are one.
My followers have stopped along the way, afraid of the
destruction that awaits them in this region.
But my soul has reached the temple and my hands have
touched the membrane of the
sphere. And I step in. The Chorazinworld now savagely
distorted, by the treacly substance that eddied
around my skin, but never touched it. I know where I
am, though it's all unknown to me.
I know now what to do, and I render the awakening. In
praise of Cthulu, the gatekeeper is here!
And I cut the astral cord, embedded in the awakening
God, and rose above the surface of the dark Pacific
Ocean. R'lyeh has returned!

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