| Masters of the universe
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| Visions are now clearer
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| Symbols of a curse
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| Waiting on the other side of the mirror
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| We get closer to their return
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| When the stars align
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| And we will burn
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| Like all our falses shrines
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| The Great Old Ones will rise
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| The passing of time in their eyes
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| Crushing in pain
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| The men resisting in vain
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| That is not dead which can eternal lie
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| And with strange aeons even death may die
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| Tentacles feed off my dreams
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| And come dry up all life streams
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| The Great Old Ones will rise
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| The passing of time in their eyes
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| Crushing in pain
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| The men resisting in vain
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| Hastur, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep
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| Azathoth, Yog-Sothot, Cthulhu
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| Ithaqua, Cthugha, Dagon, lords of madness and emptiness
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| Guardians of the gate of time
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| Came from nowhere and everywhere
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| Slayers of the sky, bringers of the grime
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| Bringers of despair
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| Making grow their army
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| Perverting the human nature
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| When space makes them free
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| On the Earth they will spread the impur
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| Fallen souls stay trapped
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| Into the ground of Innsmouth the infamous
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| Under the influence of Obed
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| Ugliness returns at each birth
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| One last time
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| Before returning to reality
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| One last time
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| I travel into infinity |