Cult Of Innsmouth

putrid words spitting from a snakes mouth venomous to all that hear its sound hatred harvested blossomed the seeds of doubt convince me I'm not insane when I close my eyes I'm never the same creatures of the abyss cities of shadow and terror reaching out calling creatures of blood red shrouds possessing the ground coddling the birth re-birthing the curse idling this waking town creatures form at Innsmouth creatures of preacher's flesh rise again a faceless god awakes and enslaves convince me I'm not insane close my eyes and nothings the same