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Master of time, outsider god Lurker at the threshold Yog-Sothoth between the plains Waits the stars are in harmony Then the path has been created Stars twinkle of a last burst Yog-Sothoth ever darkens the sky To feed himself off our puny life Yog Sothoth knows where they walked He knows where they'll walk again Yog-Sothoth knows the door, he is the door Yog-Sothoth is the guard and the key of the door The past, the present & the future are one in Yog-Sothoth While from my tower resound the last echoes of my call You, whose life in lengthened Opener of the path, I invoke you I want the knowledge, so much lust Peaceful is the spirit of mankind Unable to find out the key Madness & death wait behind the threshold They come serene, between our spaces
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
In my dreams, these innomables visions Of cities without name Distrusting laws of earthly geometry Where between their walls Resound inhuman psalmodies, songs Dedicated to inconceivable deities And I'm walking among these impressive ruins Testimony ofancient ones, where time seems to be frozen And among these vestiges of a forgotten supremacy Held in immobility by the hand of coldness The frozen wind blows imperturbable As bearer of a remote litany I see the forgotten Kadath In the chlily immensity Left in its loneliness but It's the man about Kadath? Where only engraving on his wall Testify of his incredible builders And such ears can ear the swarm From his condemned underground
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Beyond depths of past Patiently they wait Lurking in the angles of time Thirsty for eternity Going up the century Playing with the time Moved by their unclean lust Of human original nature Perceptive existance, personified maliciousness Going beyond the limits of human mind evaluation In the angular sectors of depths of time Tindalos dogs wander thirsty for eternity
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026
Under one of my appearances I come back from beyond outsider worlds With me comes the destiny of man Messiah of word of ancient ones My return has been foretold In Necronomicon flesh pages And I also foretell a dawn of darkness Where death will have no more reason You have to know they're impure In a sleep near death they are Waiting patiently cause the constellations Are alining again I'm the Nemesis Owner of your death These things which have capacity Of going on living eternally are not dead And when these abnormal ones will come Even death will cease to be At the dawn of the end of man Then slowly stump the light I'm laughing of your prayer cause Unrelenting is the return of my masters
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Jun 06, 2026