| A dark, defiling spectre from the wastes
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| Horrendous terror from the Tundras of Eurgh
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| His fringe encrusted with adamantine plates
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| A dripping maw of molten obsidian
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| The Grand Vizier to the Sultan of slime
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| Beholder of he whose face is the void
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| His name; |
| profane, the slug of revelation
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| his radula swallowing galaxies whole
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| Insane, derranged, personified negation
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| Drags infidels into the blackest of holes
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| Rhaexorog the lord of all protector of what lies beyond
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| the greatest of the chosen ones, anointed of the netherslugs
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| For us to see his glistening skin is to know true pain within the flames
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| ejected from his pneumastome, defender of the Mucus Throne.
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| For mortals cannot leave behind, their coils within this place confined
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| A paradise you’ll never know, for death is all the future holds
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| The Great Attractor of outer dark
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| Awaits beyond the light of the brightest stars
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| For an eternity his hunger grows
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| From spheres of chaos in the vast unknown
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| For war, for plague, famine and death
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| His tendrils stretched innumerable prongs
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| that rip and tear apart the fabric of worlds
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| depraved, his lust for annihilation
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| reduce star systems into ashes and dust
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| Voracious appetite for deconstruction
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| Fear the shaker of foundations
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| Harbinger of shadow show me the endless void
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| where all is sorrow when there is nought left to destroy. |