Prophet of the Void

In a place between dimensions and worlds
The darkness is waiting alive
A timeless ancient realm
Where life struggles to survive
To someone it’s known as the Outside
To others it’s known as the unknown
The place where daylight dies
And obscurity has its throne
Wretched voidlings
Waiting to invade the realm of light
Beyond human comprehension
The invasion from the creatures of the night
A personal hunting ground
For the void’s upcoming beasts
Eyes with claws, sharp fangs and thorns
An old horror is released
Wicked echoes
Traveling between the folds of reality
Evil visions
Alien creatures of malice and brutality
A sea of sand
A lost city connected to the void
Is contaminating the land
Soon your world will be destroyed
Icathia beckons
An overwhelmed mind
For those who dare to seek
The gift of ancient knowledge
In ruins of which no one speaks
An army of willing servants
Of the dark apocalyptic destinies
Emanated from the Abyss
And turning friends in enemies
Flashes of light
And a dust pile was quivering
A screech in the night
And all the land was shivering
A gathering of power
In the land under the horizon
With an urgent need to devour
Preparing an invasion through dimensions
The land may melt
Ravaged by creatures of the swarm
The sea may swell
Under the rage of the upcoming storm
The sky may fall
In a brutal war for the living supremacy
But they will come
And madness will roams in true forms of obscenity