Sphere of the Acausal

Like a storm of disastrous proportions
Like a raging tide
Like the raging waters of a Scorpio Moon
The gates to the outer sphere
About to be opened wide
Enlightened by the dreaded flame of Moloch
Blessed with the mark of the beast
Forever within the grasp
Of the whirlpool of the dark
Baptized in Chaos' raging seas
The tempest of Tiamat
About to be unleashed
Stormwinds of nothingness
About to be unlashed
Burning devotion to the bringrs of nightfall
Missionaires of the nocturnal curse
Positioning ourselves as redeemers
As the earthly foundations are about to burst
Architects of murder
And the death of the universe