I hath dreamed bleak and grim
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Desolate visions of the pre-human serpent Volk
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And communed with long-dead reptiles
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Siliently watching through the ages in cold, curious apathy
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The unending sorrows and suffering of an abysmal humankind
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I dare not again surrender
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To the deep sleep
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Which ever beckons me
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Lest I in dread
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Shudder at the nameless things
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That may at this very moment
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Be crawling and lurking
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At the slimy edges of my consciousness
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Slithering forth from the bowels of their infernal pits
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Worshipping their ancient stone idols
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And carving their detestable likenesses
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On subterranean obelisks of blood soaked granite
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I await the day
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When the claws of doom shall rise
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To drag down in their reeking talons
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The weary and hopeless remnants
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Of a jaded, decayed, war-despairing mankind
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Of a day, when the earth shall open wide
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And the black, bottomless, yawning abyss
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Engulfs the arrogant civilatizations of man
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Chthonic retribution shall ascend
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Amidst universal pendemonium
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And those who slither and crawl shall rise again
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Once more to inherit the earth
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Von Unaussprechlichen Kulten
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