Aeons Torn

Prophetic reality
Glorious
Wraith becoming of flesh
Incantation
Iä! Iä!
From the depths of R’lyeh
Beckoning beyond the wall of sleep
The great dreamer dwelling beneath the waves
Creeping into the fleshy minds of mortal men
Molding dreams into nightmare fantasy
As prophesized
The Dead shall rise
And the sunken shall awaken once more
Loathsome shaped acropolis
Corpse city pentrates the seas
Emrging from the darkest depths unseen
Converging with the fathomless necropolis
Breaching the slimy threshold of cyclopean vaults
We venture into the abyss
Ornate doorway begins to slide open wide
Stirring in the darkness
Sanguine eyes pierce my soul
Writhing tentacles emerge unveiling a gelatinous mountain of a form
Eldest Horror
Now Arise
Usher Darkness
Until the end of time
Harbinger of madness at long last now reborn
Behold the Aeons Torn
Iä! Iä!
Cthulhu fhtagn
Disentombed from the shackles of wretched stars
Oh eldritch priest
Baptize the world in lunacy
True horror takes from the sea
Spreading its membranous wings
Cavernous jaws unleash the foulest reek
As if all to have ever lived and perished
Crawled from their graves to congregate
Merely an utterance of its omnipotence
The procession of sanity climaxes
Madness takes the minds of men
Hideous the impetus and contorted infected flesh
Mindless caricatures born, tainted is their form
Slithering spawnsires crawl from their crypts
Swarms of tendrils, eyes, and horns
Boundless is their scorn
Cesspools of flesh
And things that should not be
Cascade the world
Returning us back to nothingness