Of Dementia - The Great Old Ones

Drawing me far beyond the wall of sleep

Tentacles fill my sleepy brain

Diving indefinitely, going deep

In a sidereal vacuum, his domain

I fly over his worshippers

In the swamps of the earth

And in stellar temples

Through abject sacrifices

Through accursed voices

They chant the repugnant verses

You’re the stranger in the dark

The host of the abyss

The sunken lord under the mark

Of the apocalypse

You’re the true blood of the stars

Of dementia, the fire

Of the great fall, the scars

The unholy martyr

I feel the spray

Of the sea on my face

R’lyeh is reflected, green and gray

On the infinite darkness of space

In a vertiginous roar

Master there you are

The chaos, the…