Skies converge towards
Ultimate Chaos.
They descend where
The father lies and dreams
Lulled by dull and dreary whines.
It rules beyond perception
Our king without conception.
Sing with us forevermore.
Restrained by time and space,
To be seen with eyes inside.
Through the realm of dreams
We awake into his nightmare
Encircled by his flopping court
Intoxicated with demonic flutes,
It never cease to slumber
Lest every living thing should be no more.
We are Blessed ,
We are Blessed by Its formless Oblivion
Praise the daemon-sultan
Grow eyes from within
Praise the lord of the Void
Surrender your soul.
Rise my Lord
The traveler desires
To write down his name
On your sacred tome
Forgotten no more
It cannot be seen with eyes.
Above Outer Gods
Sprawls at the edge of time.
As long as I remember
It has always been
At the core of creation
Waiting for the chant to cease.
Cosmos in distress
Behold our daemon-sultan,
My father!
It shall not allow existence to thrive ever again.
...to thrive ever again.