Beyond batrachian bulwarks, before the black gates
The great one lies dormant, forever he waits
Descend upon the cavern of the gods of sloth
A tidal wave of blackened froth, beneath the permafrost
Trapped in worlds of chaos long lost
Bathing in our fear
His festering hordes amass upon the spire of ick
To break the will of human kind, condemn them to the pit
Hunter of the shadow follow him into the deep
Cursed fiends infiltrate your dreams
Psychic screams from the world beneath
Sweat and tears saturating your pain
As the unholy father drains the blood from your veins
Blighted king, low upon the mucus throne, underground
