Amidst the troubled sleep of a Midwinter night,
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Whilst unknown horrors plagued my dreams
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Of dreary temples of old,
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I beheld a distant wall strewn with arcane glyphs
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That spoke of a terrible invocation...
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And walking up, I realised
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That all factors were now in conjunction
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The ever so distant time that scribe's
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dreams has prophesised
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Was now at hand...
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What an astounding revelation
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I have been bestowed!
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The Horned Moon is standing high above the Earth tonight
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And rends alight strange silhouettes in the pitch black ground
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I kneel betwixt fragrant trees and shape-shifting shadows
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And my mortal senses are permeated for one last time
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I recite the conjuration of the elder stars
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The ancient, arcane words sear my writhing tongue
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Now I feel their power surge all about and throughout me
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And seep through every pore of my thirsting soul
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Secrets never known to Man reveal before my eyes
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I become godlike!
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And now as my mortal shells is left far below
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Entwined in all -destroying serpentine horror
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My immortal soul ascends towards unimaginable power
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Ever so nigh the brink of mind-devouring madness...
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I am the Pandimensional Liege-Lord
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Clad in the very fabric of Space and Time
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My crown is of galaxies, and galaxies of galaxies
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Interdimensional existences are mine to create and destroy
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At a instant's fraction whim
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Mine is the Maw of Creation that holds tight in its grasp
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The Tail of chaotic Destruction in a circle that forever lasts
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The Multiverse is mine to rule!
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Stellar Transcendence
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| Sirius |
