Maledictions spoken aloud from the slime-ridden scriptures pages of abject text which eyes cannot decipher strange visions appear in the poisonous fire
Payments paid in the blood of batrachian slaves cast into seering vats Arise, luminous beings of vapour now thralls in the servitude of the betrayer
Kneeling in murky waters, the soul now clean Baptised and reborn; his blood runs green
Sanity fades as reality melts away, before the gates of our lord Tendrils emerge from an ocean of darkness, dragging my soul into the void
Take the ichor, the bitter taste of corruption exist as an abomination Until the death of the universe
A god amongst men all alone in his head The same, yet alien, alone in the end, the king of the dead, the god amongst men
Elation marred by the realisation Immortality has become a curse a god desires nothing for divinity is hell in the minds of the living
Once more into the breach; gazing deep beyond the tides of oblivion where the fundaments dance to the tune of gargantuan tenebrous gods
Crystalline sprites now forming before him attemping to show him the mind of Mollusca all spectrums of light visible in the scrying confounded by new found perspectives on dying.