Ithyphallic

Great Cthulhu Ever the warrior God Of all the old ones He is the most terrible For it is his delight To slay and lay waste to everything that lies beneath his taloned feet And the very lust to conquer What was once free Drives him onward across the heavens and through the spheres It was he and his spawn That defeated the elder things Who had long possessed sovereignty of this world Before he descended on his gray and leathern wings Through the upper gate opened by Yog-Sothoth On the walls of lost cities And in the carvings of madmen Who have glimpsed him in their dreams Is his image delineated Within a tomb protected by great seals He lies in death Under the weight of the dark waters of the deep Yet he dreams still And in his dreams continues to rule this world For his thoughts master the wills of lesser creatures [solo: Dallas] When the stars in their endless turnings Assume the angles of the same rays they shed down In the primordial dawn of the world Then does R'lyeh rise upward so the house of Cthulhu Emerges from under his watery prison The mind of the god waxes strong And he sends forth his will to those men Who are open to his influence The command to release the seals that bind his tomb [solo: Karl] Always the stars Never remain in alignment long enough For the enslaved men to reach distant R'lyeh Before R'lyeh sinks once more under the sea Severing the bond Between the will of Cthulhu And the flesh of those he has enthralled Leaving them to wail in confusion and despair Upon the bosom of the vacant sea [solo: Karl]

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 24, 2025

At the seething and fiery center He sits upon his ebon throne Within his halls of darkness Which no man has seen and survived the vision Both blind and bereft of mind He pipes unceasingly on his reed flute And the notes that rise and fall in measured patterns Are the foundations of all the worlds Ever calculating in sound the structure of space and time Were his flute ever to suddenly fall silent All the spheres would shatter into one another And the myriads of worlds Would be unmade As they were before creation The flute of the blind idiot Both makes and unmakes the worlds in ceaseless Combinations Spinning on the woven carpet of time No creation without destruction No destruction without creation To unmake a thing is to make another Each time a thing is made Another is destroyed [solo: Dallas] The idiot god on his black throne Does not choose What shall rise into being And what should pass away He cares only to maintain His mindless unholy music of Random creation and destruction No living creature can look upon his face And endure its terrible heat And black radiance That is like the reverberating unseen rays of molten iron Which strike and burn the skin Of those who would dare Gaze into the countenance of the idiot god Never does he receive supplicants In his black halls of uncouth angles and strange doors Nor does he ever hear prayers or answer them Endlessly he pipes And endlessly he devours his own substance For his hunger is insatiable As he consumes his own wastes after the custom of idiots As the god creates So he destroys

Submitted by johnmansley — Apr 24, 2025

As for mine enemies The sun shall impede the beating of their hearts And blind their eyes Let the shades of my fathers Curse their faces Let the eye of Sekhmet Send the violence of the sun Down upon their heads Let searing torrents of fire Descend upon their brow Let flames immolate their places of sleeping Let the eye of Sekhmet Cause their hearts to burst into flames Let carnivorous dogs consume their entrails As for mine enemies Let their charred ashes Be as discarded refuse Lying forgotten in the desert Let their shades not rise again Let my curses be heard Let my will be as Menthu the bull Potent to create And savage to slay those whom I hath cursed Let my wrath be terrible And my vengeance unmerciful Anoint my phallus with the blood of the fallen

Submitted by The Void — Apr 24, 2025

Eat of the Dead!!! (x2) The highest fulfillment of man Is to become food for the crawling things That burrow and slither in human flesh Unceasing in mindless hunger Remorseless undefiled by reason The worms of the tomb they are pure Their purity elevates them Above the putrefying pride of our race The destiny of man is Merely to be The nourishment of the worm Yet their excrement bestows higher wisdom From decay arises new life Fill myself with that which rots And I shall be reborn By writhing upon my belly like a mindless worm I shall rise up in awareness of truth I gnaw upon my own decaying flesh And my mind is forever purged Of the corruption of faith Believe in nothingness There is no purpose in birth No blessedness after death Only oblivion Eat of the dead For I am like as one who is already dead Eat of the dead Lest I be consumed by the emptiness Annf feth Tema fentu Eat of the dead

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025

Fire Be Upon Thee Apep Ra Maketh Thee To Burn Thou Who Art Hateful Unto Him Ra Pierceth Thy Head He Cutheth Through Thy Face Ra Melteth Thine Countenance Lo your Skull Is Crushed In His Hand Thy Bones Are Smashed In Pieces Burn Thou Fiend Before The Fire Of The Eye Of Ra The Hidden One Hath Overthrown Thy Words The Gods Have Turned Thy Face Backwards Thy Skull Is Ripped From Thy Spine The Lynx Hath Torn Open Thy Breast The Scorpion Hath Cast Fetters Upon Thee Maat Hath Sent Forth Thy Destruction Thou Shalt Burn solo: Karl The God Aker Hath Condemned Thee To The Flames Fire Be Upon Thee Apep Thou Enemy Of Ra Let Flames Gnaw Into Thee And Sear Thy Flesh Fall Down Apep The Burning Is Upon You Thou Art Consumed I Hath Lain Fire Upon Thee I Hath Smeared Thy Remains With Excrement I Hath Spat On Thin Ashes Taste Thou Death

Submitted by SerpentEve — Apr 24, 2025

The necromancers of Giza A cult of reanimators Concerned with interrogation of the long dead Corpses who may be revived and made to talk And describe the contents of rare books And gold hidden in the earth Although they are often reluctant to reveal their secrets And must be encouraged with fire and blade A corpse chosen for resurrection Is cut into parts of convenient size Boiled in clean water Linen strips of mummification are removed And the skull and bones liquefied And boiled until all water is gone What remains in the bottom Is a white crystalline substance That may be carried in the palms of two hands This white powder contains the essential salts Of the man whose corpse was boiled It is from this powder that the living body may be reconstituted And made to serve as a house for the soul Which is called back into its former flesh by words of power It is a great shock to the soul To tear it back from its resting place and reanimate it The resurrected are often insane and scream ceaselessly or dash themselves into walls If the salts are contaminated with the essence of other living beings When the mummy has been the breeding place of vermin The revitalization of the salts produces something That is part man and part whatever gnawed his corpse These horrors lack the faculty of speech Or their speech is crazed and bestial And must be immediately slain For though the memory of the man may remain intact The verminous parts of his reanimated nature Inhibit his human expression Those who have served their purpose are killed By strangulation with a cord around the neck And their bodies burned Their ashes gathered and cast into the Nile Where the currents carry them to sea [solo: Karl] [solo: Dallas]

Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 24, 2025

This track is instrumental.

Is this song not instrumental?

Abandon hope And I shall become free And with freedom acquire emptiness With the mind cleansed and empty There is the void known as despair A gateway upon an emptiness endless and vast In despair the language of the shadows is intelligible In madness all sounds become articulate Terror and despair they guide me Into nightmares that follow one upon the other Like windblown grains of sand [solo: Dallas] I have become as the wastelands Of unending nothingness Now shall the night things Fill me with their whisperings And the shadows reveal their wisdom [solo: Karl]

Submitted by Nargaroth — Apr 24, 2025

Invoked in stone Of epic proportion Was his temple of pillars Magnificent colossal Humbling all who entered its sacred halls Yet now fallen to decay and ruin Its past grandeur Obscured by the cruelties of time The priests of the temple Dead all dead And fallen to dust Their undying whispers of despair Echo amongst sand strewn Broken paving stones Desolation desolation The end of days The glory of the gods Is put out Like a reed torch In the water The roof of the house of Amun is fallen Even the gods must die [solo: Karl]

Submitted by NecroLord — Apr 24, 2025