In the overhanging darkness which is filling
Tortured senses hear the army of dusk it
Keeps on waiting the mark tattooed on the
Foul breast pulsing slowly in the silence
Piercing through the air reigning an age
Of violence the sun turns black tentacles
Of demise charging in the form of a hellish
Pharaoh beyond the walls of sleep travel
Of the unknown kadath beware now coming
From an unseen place unknown to us here
Comes the crawling chaos it's approaching
With no face the all seeing eye held no
More by the cosmos from the universal grave
Where azatoth planning for our final demise
It's not dead which can eternal lie yet with
Strange aeons even death may die
