Lyrics Dreams of the Nuclear Chaos - The Great Old Ones

Dreams of the Nuclear Chaos

The nighted throne, at the center of the universe
Disgusting dancers reciting a cursed verse
Spreading a swarm of innumerable red camellias
In the dreams of the Nuclear Chaos
Fallen into the trap of the creeping death
Smelling on me his mortuary and viscous breath
The abject sound of deafening and vile drums
Lead me in an ocean of spasms
The black sun
The Daemon-Sultan
Cradle of creation
The dying stars' guide
The glorified
In the dark vortex
He protects
The infamous codex
Dreaming of new dimensions
Of the advent of his sons
O black sun
O Daemon-Sultan
In front of these cosmic horrors
A spectacle of celestial craters
Expelling on me their astral whirlers
Desperate, I jump from the great bird
I open my eyes on my room and can’t say a word
Haunted forever by the dreams of
The Nuclear Chaos