The Court of Azathoth

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.