When the Stars Align

Masters of the universe, visions are now clearer, symbols of a curse waiting on the other side of the mirror. We get closer to their return when the stars align and we will burn like all our falses shrines. The Great Old Ones will rise, the passing of time in their eyes, crushing in pain. The men resisting in vain! That is not dead which can eternal lie and with strange aeons even death may die. Tentacles feed off my dreams and come dry up all life streams. The Great Old Ones will rise, the passing of time in their eyes, crushing in pain. The men resisting in vain! Hastur, Shub-Niggurath, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, Yog-Sothot, Cthulhu, Ithaqua, Cthugha, Dagon, lords of madness and emptiness! Guardians of the gate of time came from nowhere and everywhere. Slayers of the sky, bringers of the grime, bringers of despair. Making grow their army and perverting the human nature. When space makes them free on the earth they will spread the impure. Fallen souls stay trapped into the ground of Innsmouth the infamous, under the influence of Obed ugliness returns at each birth. One last time before returning to reality. and one last time I travel into infinity!

Submitted by Corpse Defiler — Nov 16, 2025