| Victorious through blood and battle
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| A terminal quest, kadath is in sight
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| City of gods, abandoned and bleak
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| To the demonic sound of the brass, everhaunting presences proceed
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| In the absence of earth’s gods — chaos and terror breeds
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| In dreadful walls and forgotten temples
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| Disclosed be the name of nyarlathotep
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| Revealed be the gift madness
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| The darkness that dwells in his eyes
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| Speaking in tongues, deceiver of man
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| Space and time merging as one
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| Accompanied by membrane wings
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| Voraciously slicing the atmosphere
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| The Howls of the unknown resound
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| Boundless levitation
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| In the weightlessness of cosmos
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| Timelessly struggling towards
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| The chambers of chaos
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| In the dazzling hall of lunacy
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| Into the courts of azathoth
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| Breeding lies, weaving discord
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| Dreaming death, a two-sided sword
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| No refuge from the hideous truth
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| All answers lie hidden beyond the stars
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| To dream what is death in the end
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| All light is gone and dreams have to end
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| In absolute chaos he’s creating the loom
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| Azathoth weaves the cords of our doom |